Belling a Happy
Apogee at the Well of
Unsold Melody
“I am your melody.
Will you sell me
once you’ve belled me?”
“No, but swell me,
well of me.
Swell me, and happily.”
He was glad he
hadn’t. Had he
reached his happy
apogee?
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