HEAR, HEAR!

Etchings on a tinfoil sheet. . .

Wax cylinders
not of,
but for, the ears. . .

disks of black
evolved from that, , ,

and later rainbow arcing
little ones that shine like silver,

all the voice
and other kinds of noise
to pilfer,
or at least, capture. . .

Add a picture,
make it move,
and then you have
the world enraptured.

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