My winter music choice

Lift the history of off me,

and leave me free.

Let me feel this rare music,

let me hear these guns of winter

in the sky,

with no choice

and no point to it.

Lift the history of art,

and take it away.

Let me draw the thunder

as a round line,

instead of a squiggly one,

with no point to it,

other than choice.

This is my winter music choice.

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