
could we stop
utterly halt
listen quietly
to the cello
a last minute
full of musical transcendence
all
gone
but for this melody
I tell you
sacrifice me
if it takes blood
to be
tranquil.

could we stop
utterly halt
listen quietly
to the cello
a last minute
full of musical transcendence
all
gone
but for this melody
I tell you
sacrifice me
if it takes blood
to be
tranquil.

That this life is a song
a rhythm in time
it is a string of melody
an intoxication of chords
a synthesis of possibilities
an improvisation of pattern
that it is wandering
a spontaneous unity
an organic experience of circumstances
a multiplicity in simplicity
that it is an urgency to vibrate
a progress through novelty
a passage through uncertainty
a metamorphosis through seasons
that this life is a surprise
a song in disguise
there is little doubt.
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