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Music - A Fekete Füzet
Daneel 2021. december 15. 18:02 olvasva: 101
Music
Slippery sounds, vanishing voices,
tonal mimicry of what joy is.
Withering wishes; still withholded
whispers surge inside me to toy with.
To become bored, to feel emptiness.
To listen to this heavenly mess.
To hope for nothing but to caress
the melody of meaninglessness.
Through this cord
a new chord
will unfold.
I play it
and repeat
it fivefold.
Music. Use it to reshape your soul.
Acoustic malice, the rabbit's hole:
deafening, psychedelic silence.
The world is paralyzed so I dance.