A distant melody hums softly, sweetly in my head
Chords like flowers on an ocean's wave
A tune will put weary thoughts to rest
But will leave lingering in nothing left

Memories captured in restless frames
Wavering under strings and plains
Lightning cries a holistic mess
Melancholia rains the same

But in this song carries shadow
A harmony of lilacs and ravens flow
A bird swings softly, sweetly save
An eternal clock sorrow ticking slow

So the ocean's wave mellows under red
When light fades and twilight grows
La música de la vida draws its thread
Humming softly, sweetly until death

The hollows of cheeks

wrung with shadows,

indrawn for the honesty

of betrayal.

Moist eyes slurp their skull

to spermy glints.

Down to the gospel of flesh

and bone, they read silently

to one another:

everything is one...and you

are alone.

~Before there was a first for anything,

sound cleared its throat, to wet the Ocean.

Heavenly bodies had the *** of souls, that

came into themselves through the ******

of space.

Naked as what came along, as naked as what

came along...unlayered by mentation.

The purest and smoothest drafts, drafting

nakedness as the only symbol of arrival.

These gods and goddesses that kickstarted

the will of Will itself.

Are unendingly chanted first and foremost

of sound, enchanted to meet anything~