Harpy Hare in 26edo,
Leap the cracks of cracked piano,
Feathers twitch at every comma,
Scales that slip like silver karma.
Tail flicks prime, a 7th demon,
Laughs in quarter-tone and semen
Of micro-cents that breed and scatter,
Echoes no true octave gathers.
Run, run on fractured footfall,
Through the spiral sirens’ call;
In the hush between the frets
Dream the note the hive forgets.