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Movement One     story    without    plot   rhyme        no        reason   they are beautiful               I embrace them          though frivolous   perplexing how                you believe                they have meaning   without existence      of     contrasting             thought         Movement Two   would you part Gemini     or                                      hands     from                               their work   without water land they till becomes dull mass of dirt   End of Statement Not of song        what lyric                  without voice     has freewill                  without choice must I                 list the meaningless                forever in     silence         Movement Three   what is harmony without melody paint without canvass medium without foundation   What a thought! true freedom without direction majestic for a moment   only a moment   the pitfall of my unfinished labor makeshift vanity dissipated into forgotten dreams   make no mistake such creations bear certain appeal   yet unseen essence draws them  into   the void     as memories fragmented in pieces   without one final sliver become     spare        change     on the table   overlooked forgotten though of value upon assembly         Movement Four   what is a character                                                             without a tale?                                     what is a novel                                                               without a soul                                                        to speak of    which was first                                             chicken or egg                                              to those who say                                          egg I say "nay"                                                   a chicken will thrive                                         without young                                               the simple ellipse                                              without a mother-                                   hard-boiled                               in a salad   together they are whole the one gains life the other lives abundantly   The Grand Scheme!                           A Master Theme!      can there be                                  a creator without   creation         Movement Five   Is a book worth writing without characters to fill it? or would it be filled, with lands and backgrounds of ambiguity? Is a person annulled without life to retell, or become a mannequin with a simple, painted, face   p e r h a p s                   joy         within        the stories     hardship and     experience    manifest               history and all           live           in footprints              |                        |            silhouettes dreamed  | the Identities |  in the wake                         |                         | of   The Protagonist
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
Protagony
Movement One     story    without    plot   rhyme        no        reason   they are beautiful               I embrace them          though frivolous   perplexing how                you believe                they have meaning   without existence      of     contrasting             thought         Movement Two   would you part Gemini     or                                      hands     from                               their work   without water land they till becomes dull mass of dirt   End of Statement Not of song        what lyric                  without voice     has freewill                  without choice must I                 list the meaningless                forever in     silence         Movement Three   what is harmony without melody paint without canvass medium without foundation   What a thought! true freedom without direction majestic for a moment   only a moment   the pitfall of my unfinished labor makeshift vanity dissipated into forgotten dreams   make no mistake such creations bear certain appeal   yet unseen essence draws them  into   the void     as memories fragmented in pieces   without one final sliver become     spare        change     on the table   overlooked forgotten though of value upon assembly         Movement Four   what is a character                                                             without a tale?                                     what is a novel                                                               without a soul                                                        to speak of    which was first                                             chicken or egg                                              to those who say                                          egg I say "nay"                                                   a chicken will thrive                                         without young                                               the simple ellipse                                              without a mother-                                   hard-boiled                               in a salad   together they are whole the one gains life the other lives abundantly   The Grand Scheme!                           A Master Theme!      can there be                                  a creator without   creation         Movement Five   Is a book worth writing without characters to fill it? or would it be filled, with lands and backgrounds of ambiguity? Is a person annulled without life to retell, or become a mannequin with a simple, painted, face   p e r h a p s                   joy         within        the stories     hardship and     experience    manifest               history and all           live           in footprints              |                        |            silhouettes dreamed  | the Identities |  in the wake                         |                         | of   The Protagonist
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thomas-maltuin
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
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