Music from a Corrective Institution (One)

When playing the Vienna Board in my tiny cell

I think of you swimming naked in the sea

From my vantage on the wooden jetty

I can see the door that imprisons me

 

Music from a Corrective Institution (Two)

When playing the Vienna Board in my tiny cell

I think of you swimming naked in the sea

As I set your relaxed motions to music

I find that I have been offered release

 

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ghostsfrequentlybathenaked

intheriverneartothetown

theirsisaseamlessjourney

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