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Vibrations loosen
 the dust on my piano,
  releasing tiny particles
   into a rectangle sunbeam
    dancing about the glass,
     as I play compositions
      upon freeform keys,
       fingered imagination
        frantically moving
         levers in never before
          heard melodies
           with a locked
            sustain pedal
             holding each note
              to gradually
               evanesce
                into silence
                 as the dust
                  once
                        again
                                se­ttles

This is the magician's minute.

A rare moment
Outside the construct
of time,
That escapes the grasp
of ticking hands.

Deconstructed
  (Between
     Breathing out
  And
Breathing in.)

Where it is
   not quite
yesterday,
   anymore,
And
not quite
tomorrow,
    not yet.

And it is here
Where creativity bursts
Like fireworks in the dark night,
And ideas spark
Into existence,
And drift
above the chasm
Of dreamy sleep.

Moments of potential
that dance
on the horizon
of a destructive black hole.

How many great masterpieces
Are lost here?
Fallen amidst the cracks
In time

(Left for the morning
And forgotten)

At the end of it all
These walls will fall
And the naked truth
Of your misspent youth
Will stalk your night
And bring to light
The shadowed ways
Of your formative days
But shed your fears
And save your tears,
Your past will not define you.

the subscriber
  you have dialed
     is on the warpath
so enter at your peril

There is no more rest.
There is no more time.
My mind is facing extinction.
And I jumped off of a cliff,
And swan dived into my own insanity.
When all I was trying to do,
Was get you to catch me.