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I am but a half note, half sung. The wrath extends, with its ever-present Threat. It flattens that which is Lively. Calms the wild. Soothes the Raging. Lifeless. You are under the illusion that your Actions are always serpentine. In Reality they stand naked, showing Every piece, every motive, every thought; All exposed with their mere shards of song. The velvet is smooth, a kind of cushion. The Antithesis of the rough, dicey Side. It allows those who feel it to Believe that everything imitates it. Oh, Half sung! These appetites are unquenched, the Hunger and the thirst. Unsatiated and Unfulfilled. Satisfaction eludes as the Discontented, the half sung, stumble Along blindly. Where some dwell, there is desolation In having too much. Opulence and Despair mix as the half sung grab for Excess. It all slips away. The notes grind together into this Song as they attempt Wholeness. To be completely Sung is their exalted dream.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 05:38:17 +0000

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