A neck in arm, elongated, reaching past the ear while the
body curved, a gaping hole to resonate your chord
frets to play along the chakras, to set them into line while the
strings you pluck to bounce your notes that
reverberate along the ribs and back

A bridge to hold a harmony to lead from verse to twine, as you twist and
tune from memory
a duet turns requiem, a symphony, a 

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