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Owner’s Manual
by Stephen Mead

We have to understand
All bodies are guitars, must be held
Pieta-style, thighs supportive,
The chest beating snug, a correspondence
For strings, the taken on shapes
Of wooden faces & eyes, eyes
Drowning in their lives…

Whatever touch strums
Reveals that playing is more than method,
But an education for scales multilingual
As infants before the lessons of speech…

Going back then, beyond-----
Fingers, flesh picking intuitive, summoning
Chords, a universe from some particular
Voice, note, open, open, & belonging






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