music
Outside my window an owl plucks a tune on a telephone wire, In my room notes in flames flow out of the mirrors on fire, The owl plucks harder i strum my guitar the flames get higher. The music spreads to a telegraph pole, a colony of bats impersonate a violin, the celestial rock and roll unleashes the ecstasy within the earth and the sky a chorus of dolphins and whales chant for the return of the magi
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jimkeats
i should have spent my life listening to the waves......
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