Music of Memory
A beat Of rest Silence, space Uhm’s , ah’s, hums, nods Pause Glances toward the heaven in my mind broken rhythms of Revisions Sifting secrets and dissonant truths from the whole story that it may resolve in harmony with the melody of wishes And bass lines of belief
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itsjustme
When there are too many words, I write. When there aren't enough, I sing.
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