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“Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.” The witching hours between Onyx nightmares - and dreams that sparkle at first light Find me catatonic amongst my secrets and inuendos Ragged shell an insinuation of skeletal existence locked Emotional rigor mortis Hushed, suspended and supine Stasis waits, hesitating For the thrumming drums of life a message of motion sensual resurrection That whispered music melodic song my confidant The rush of blood This exhalation across lifeless lips Speaks nothing into the void So I do not breathe In my skin that crawls beyond darkness Recoiling from oblivion I thought you loved me Yet you are without utterance And my heart breaks straining For a note of music and the silence ringing in my ears A regretful requiem Careless undertones mimic this rumor of survival Suspended I am Unsung TBoehm 022008 © 2008 TL Boehm
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
So I Do Not Breathe
“Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.” The witching hours between Onyx nightmares - and dreams that sparkle at first light Find me catatonic amongst my secrets and inuendos Ragged shell an insinuation of skeletal existence locked Emotional rigor mortis Hushed, suspended and supine Stasis waits, hesitating For the thrumming drums of life a message of motion sensual resurrection That whispered music melodic song my confidant The rush of blood This exhalation across lifeless lips Speaks nothing into the void So I do not breathe In my skin that crawls beyond darkness Recoiling from oblivion I thought you loved me Yet you are without utterance And my heart breaks straining For a note of music and the silence ringing in my ears A regretful requiem Careless undertones mimic this rumor of survival Suspended I am Unsung TBoehm 022008 © 2008 TL Boehm
its more about the relationship between writer and writing than about a physical relationship
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
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