The Essence of Virtue and Bass Teaching
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If melons were of music, they would be
As orange as Troy’s burning if that fire
Were trumpets, music all in symphony
Of melons, taste as full as male desire
For Helen. Peonies of music would
Be strong as Buddha’s birth or, then, at least
As strong as his Enlightenment. The wood
Of crossbeams’ palms each spiked through by High Priest
And other thugs, if musical and true,
Would be as beautiful as Christ outside
His tomb, triumphant, and Christ/Lamb with ewe
More lovely than a tune for Jesus’ bride.
All things are equal in their essence, in
Their virtue. This sings gospel deep within.
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