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Sine

Keeping her in my heart and mind

so tightly bound

restricts how much I

(represented by spectral oscillation)

can fluctuate, flow, reach the natural peaks

or valleys

and then recover.

 

My sound is in one range frequency

ignoring the warmth of the high

and depth of the low

ignoring the bass.

 

My music is dosed in silence.

I must elongate my spectrum

amplify my wave pattern.

 

Don't hate the instrument

Remove the gum from the frets.

I am strumming something

I don't know how to get music from.

 

Vibrating is never wrong.

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Apr 27, 2017
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