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Subscribe for more creative new music! If you want to perform the piece, the score is available at https://www.graphitepublishing.com/ So grateful to Jo Ann Miller and the NDSU Chorus for taking the risk on this new piece! Written collaboratively by Jocelyn Hagen and SPEARFISHER for Motionpoems (http://motionpoems.org/) We worked for months with the Choir gathering samples and recordings that were turned into all the custom synthesizers throughout the piece - no presets! Comment with any questions about the synth setup. Filming by Danica McDonald Recorded by Doug Geston Conducted by Jo Ann Miller Mixed/Produced by SPEARFISHER (http://sprfshr.com/) Text by Nikia Cheney (http://www.nikiachaney.com/) Written by Jocelyn Hagen (http://www.jocelynhagen.com/) and SPEARFISHER TEXT hummingbird A numbing made of many wings. A kissing so fast they look like blurs. A plump passive drop of fur with all the swirl and anxiety of a city's veins hovering past its puff head to create an irritating song in this drain like voice and humility. An awareness of good; a need to make to control each cloud of jewels, the child's mispronunciation, the cold in the back corner, her own foolish dreams. She keeps a bubble around herself and it is not bad the layers because a wall can be made of static vibration, not not stopped, but settled assumed where the paths are walkable despite the odd looks of a black girl as stranger or rebarb to guard the body against the gunshot the frown-look the need to press small where it can to gold the air, dot each beat with falsetto: feathers dry winking wings and her hope for love maybe right there the frantic motion propelling her to keep murmuring for more. ~Nikia Chaney