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a poet

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

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

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.


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

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