Thursday, March 13, 2014

(completely random alphabet poem)

i've never realized how much music is a soundtrack to life

cold air and cold notes complement each other coalescing into conformity in the cacophonous sound of the cool
details of the dirt but with drums you are deaf to the quiet surroundings and dumb to the death
even the emptiness errs as escape is ensuing and empathy is effervescent
fever full in frightful fates; for fear fitting sound can be found filing freely
going gaping through the gap-teeth of the goers gripping gargantuan bags glistening grandly
how horrible to heave heavily through the houses higher is better than
imminent introduction to the isolation of the impaired inside is the interest outside the incident
just jogging jaded full of japes and jinxes of jacked-up jimmy
(kinder kids cannot confound to kill)
locks lured life is lilting landed lone in leaping but it
matters not my mission is merely managing
not necessarily never notoriously nothing
over opening or ordering the other and operating in
pairs pushing and pulling panting the passing of
quiet
rushes risking the reality that roars
so searing so
tenuous tinkering tilting tender
under your uniformity uniqueness is unanimous
verifying the validity of the vivace
why wonder
your yes


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