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Shrine to Genius
Here is his desk, nothing touched
Note the crumpled sheet, still creased by his own fingers
(I see a seashell, cast on a beach)
This is the chair where he sat, where he composed his opus
Note his cushion, marked with wear
Keep behind the rope!
Don’t breathe on the artefacts
The typewriter ribbons have been saved, cross-referenced and indexed
The room is cork-lined for preservation
There is the stain where he threw coffee
(I see clouds and mushrooms on the walls)
Artistic, you know
Divinely gifted man
The machine is unique, adapted for his needs
The keys, the bell silenced, the action geometric to his order
(Down here, I see battlements)
It is not the original desk, he burned that one
This one was built later, from the same timbers –
You can order a replica in the shop
Postcards and posters are for sale
The Master’s Voice on CD
Books? No we don’t stock them.
Ah, such a great man.
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