The silver presence
on my wrist, the
trombone link of
word to silence, of
sound to
music, of
prayer to action
and recall of
the day - I wear him
well, the deity who
moves me and
moves my  destiny - he
is silver and gold,
diamonds and free,
the jubilee our
hearts sing for, the
place to be.
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