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(for Leroi Moore)

Amid rhythms
exhaled a powerful sound-
air charged with beauty,
soothing heaven to the ground

As flights of performance
blitzed rampant to his right,
he set styles for evenings
in the outskirts of lights

While assaults commenced
he sketched careful projections,
as ambition met eardrums,
precise flair was accented

Thunderous notes
hailed fierce arrows in a battle-
a crescendo immortal,
by the wind from a shadow

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