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a poet




the first musician
a privy fool
of rhythm
a wild understanding
of the power of sound
a manipulator

slowly
tribal scars
memories of hardened skin
dissonant to the unfolding
of sweet melodies

a melody
the first one
a bird through man
in need of a song
despair in disguise - begone
the evening unveils an ugly reality
in its fully glory
that melody -
a primeval death
of

a music
to emerge is to exist
(come into being)
a being
the physicality of the sound
and its brutal impact
on life
(a musics)

the world.




you





there is nothing but the now


and we are it

the moment, as it is realised

is gone



the inability to put in words




an understanding


of the length of now -



life is full of beauty


live it.



to wink



to feel the pleasures

of a shared existence

a moment



to say



who are you




that isn't we








an immoral act







of little
smiles.





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