High Fidelity

They'll be free from the gramophone's pain,
its torture from the rub and the needles.


Chaste, they'll not know the sin
of singing a capella while hungry
caught between the farce and the fair.


The men who stay at home
humming soft melodies
will acquire wisdom.


A fortunate life, serene happiness
will be theirs and their children's.


As light as ash. As clear as eternity.


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