Moving Notion
"It is mother's music" Between foreign walls In ornament Discomfort moves the body Like nothing has inertia Impress the things you see You know they look better in music When there is a sense of correctness Befitting the presence in the scene Leave different imprints But in the same fractal Fit into each other Find harmonic resonance For what becomes best is Your treasure where the well is Filled with the water of the eternal Where it is free to drink from Stretch out your hands Through the brass disc The shimmering pain Try to whistle like Data did Looking for some comfort in his effort How he found disdain Hear the music and feel it Through the good times and the bad The remedy is to bask in it All be it brief Tell someone you found it The secret thing of merry making Seen when you found yourself flowering Upon a time like in Eden Or in a field where seed once was sown Enemies do come At night and so The story repeats again Onto the one who was To the one that is The sweetest of dreams Found here besides your sight Irreproachably moved in darkness The present thing that comes to light Is taught to crawl from
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