It could be The Beatles or Beethoven,
the music I remember most,
from places and time,
memories becoming vaguely familiar strangers,
not so much the reality of the time
but some form of what that reality was,
continually stretched, compressed, broken,
and reassembled in creative and
sometimes startling ways,
floating somewhere around
how it really was (now long gone),
how I remember it,
and how I wish it had been.
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