Songly

Sing Hallelujah the new apocalypse of troubadours, jointing the bonds of Reader and Congregation, the classic Afric jazz pattern of call and response, the songly graces of Thomas Wyatt, Dylan Thomas, Bob Dylan, and all their sons, playing real lyres that tell the truth.

Therefore the cry of the heart goes up, and amongst the heavenly citizens a songly thought runs desiring to be lifted up to the ear of the most High.

Something as small and fat-rich as the brain of a bird / concealing in its convolutions the songly courses / lifting in its steps the voice on which to lock and be lulled as if to fly on a single wing the origin of left and right

Well, pinch me nose, I don't suppose I am a flapsy bird: Me songly croon's so out o' tune Like none you've ever heard! I withers every word, a songly sound absurd.

“[...] Remember him singing on the very first day of our journey? Not the songliest of songs, but a song nonetheless.”