Moving Notion

06 Jun 2021

CuldeSac
"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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