Haven't
Got
A doctrine
To cling to
My musical
Attributes
Absolve (me)
All resolution
Haven't got
A guru, no scripture
To lean on
My guitar speaks
The Words (for me)
Loud and Clear
It says all
That
I NEED
To SAY
The feedback
Hums
Hums its own
Electric
Hymn
Can't you hear it? Shut-up and listen.
It is infectious.
It can't be contained.
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