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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.

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