A few simple notes
In brief sequence, repeated,
The magical hook
That calls the limbic system
Like a well-tied fly
Tugs on the hunger of trout,
You’d call it the consequence
Of long-gone generations
Rising to the challenges
Of reliable,
Enduring environments
In which flies were always flies.
So what music haunted us
To make a tune dangerous?
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