Swallow Music

Inside we swallow a storm of music,
The cuttlefish run their rhythm when accosted;
They have intellect, they have insulation,
But do they have these both or nothing like it?
Due to natural virtues, the natives are like them,
Nullifying my surgeon who sees my entrails.
Music shall construct a fish, it should if uttered,
Paint is squirted, they squirt it for fun and music.
So gormless! So much governance! What music!
My honey pot enlivens to the sound of notes
I learn and fold inside the mind of course.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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