The Untrained Saints in No Weather

I am making a copy of five dollars,

five water pipes,

five needles.

 

The closure of weather

Leaves the continental castle confused.

Today is an apartment,

With five undisciplined disciples

Learning to make music from movement.

 

I am a mystic,

The visions of my ears divine.

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