First a hum, like a half woken memory,
to listen, to grasp at it,

Makes it louder, louder,
Is it one voice or many, male or female?

I can’t tell, my ears strain,
Louder, and louder still.

One voice changes the note,
Another follows suit.

I begin to be aware of my throat,
I sing as well, with many, alone.

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