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. Notes wash over The no angled ear Listener, journeyer See trails leading To a cloud of sun, Break in the skies, Soon to know again What was creeping In the eyes of restless Thought, unrequited Sense, the whirling Ride in the globes Of vertigo and touch. Dismembered by mood, The musician conjures Lost jewels in thought, Sparks to the mind, Sorcery in the bland, Wayout, man, you dig, Tap the deep rythmns Drowning under toes, Shutters we have lined Go ourselves together In the blinds.  Turn on, Off those penny eyes, The horn careening In its heights of low Down blues and sheen, Be bop and stirring In a rush, unfinished The player knows Your got number, Is offbeat, syncopated With the pearly drums Of the sheet, read heart. Jazzman is charmer To sleepy serpent Kept, shot in only bars That leech into night, The looking glasses Pouring over misery Ride sweet nowhere In the tempos of fix, Youngling daddy-o, Plenty is the brass horn Of Jazz in the clears, Cool fingers singing What the mind hears. .
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Horn of Jazz
. Notes wash over The no angled ear Listener, journeyer See trails leading To a cloud of sun, Break in the skies, Soon to know again What was creeping In the eyes of restless Thought, unrequited Sense, the whirling Ride in the globes Of vertigo and touch. Dismembered by mood, The musician conjures Lost jewels in thought, Sparks to the mind, Sorcery in the bland, Wayout, man, you dig, Tap the deep rythmns Drowning under toes, Shutters we have lined Go ourselves together In the blinds.  Turn on, Off those penny eyes, The horn careening In its heights of low Down blues and sheen, Be bop and stirring In a rush, unfinished The player knows Your got number, Is offbeat, syncopated With the pearly drums Of the sheet, read heart. Jazzman is charmer To sleepy serpent Kept, shot in only bars That leech into night, The looking glasses Pouring over misery Ride sweet nowhere In the tempos of fix, Youngling daddy-o, Plenty is the brass horn Of Jazz in the clears, Cool fingers singing What the mind hears. .
#love#music#contemplation#spirit#jazz#enlightenment#tao
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
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