Strings (the 1960s, for Jimi Hendrix)

Kneadling demons
mould examples
Of expressed devotions
all arisen.

A circling duo, dark
winged in dreaming . . .

Of how it was

if only that glue didn't slick so.
And I was prone to success
this wouldn't be happening
If it failed now and then,

occasional faux pas forgotten.

The sea sounds exactly the same.
Irritating harbinger
concerning facts
Sewn into an agony cape
acutely exhumed:
Exposing detailed filigree

of an age now passed
In bas relief, new born –

Flying like an eagle,
stinging like a butterfly.

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