Saturday, September 20, 2014

cold harmonics


cutting through unbroken lines
of unsteady progress, eye gaze
deciphering carpet weave
among the dregs of ginger and clove
to capture running waters 
between the exhaustion of being
semi solid colored in fully visible
and touching all the right notes
slow slow slower
more time more energy more life
to reach the elusive knowing
music happens anyway
with the right progression
cold and regardless, like life

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