LEARNING TO DANCE THE DIFFICULT STEPS by Matthew Smart The notes are always there, if you're attuned in twilight and dusk, in daydust and dawn A low b-flat drawn along the spine of our days. A keening in the rigging, a poorsoul thrum squalls of gust and lust and the what left behind, The music of the you and the neveryet you. And how some fill themselves on its steady wind, that hollowshins boy airtrotting in place, pulling kohleye deeper into his maelstrom. but children are inured to that steady cure for recklessness we relics call age. We ache for another spar to throw away. Gyroscope Review - page 9!