If Tilted a Little to the Left of Choreography

There are too many of us up on stage
for perfect pitch itching to taste
the place between F and A (Let's say
someone's grumbling where a vowel should be, 
like a gallery of gouache velvety matte 
finish with a binding agent basically
postponing the human from the frame
poplar as a chameleon almost 
volubly inclined if tilted a little 
to the left of choreography
that mentions itself with some smooth 
fluency any front row inhabitants 
will accept (scratch that) embrace in tune
in time between measures conforming to 
key signatures


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