Acapella

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it's a sonorous sort
a holy kind of music
inflections of tongue and cord

we hum and we purr
growls and warbles
melting and oozing

vibrations and trembling veins
scraping of teeth over syllables
enunciation and catharsis

we stand in place and sway to a beat
rhythm of the air
hiss the words sing the words

it's acapella after all.  

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