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I like the realization

of a written note to sound-

a sorrowful resounding

vibration, soul-bound.



Suddenly, I am lost

in music so loud

it whispers in my ear

something quite profound.



Suddenly, I realize

that my hands produce

no vibrations, no sound

and my existence is reduced

to an empty desolate dessert

lacking the nurture of rain,

the mercy of clouds.

We relish in these games:

Let's not rehash the truth.

Why don't you play?

Why don't you sing along?

Why don't you throw the die?

When it tumbles-

teetering the edge

you dive

slipping down a slope

slick with lies.

Your hands clinch-

a near miss

Your shirt drips,

your smile fades,

your head hangs

low in the shame.

This new flower

blossoming black and blue

is now closed to you-

black swallowtail

bringer of beautiful charms.

This new fire

burning black and blue

is now engulfing you.

Wings, now charred and ashed and broken.

Still beautiful.

Still charming.

A new flower

blossoms black and blue

unaware of your beauty

unaware of your charms.