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Nov 2014
One morning I woke up,
Just like usual, except,
The most beautiful music was ringing from all around me,

So I took off my headphones,
It was still booming,
Electrifying,

So I took off the earbuds
(From under my headphones)
It was still thundering,
Echoing,

So I thought,
Must be the radio,
And I shut it down--
Still there,
Still singing.

Must be those
*******' neighbors
So I went and
Kicked down the door,

Nope, they're all
Cold and blue.

Must be those
*******' kids
Across Amsterdam Avenue,

Nope, they're all cold
And blue.

Then I looked up,
From the middle of
Amsterdam Avenue,
"Maybe it's God,"
I thought,

So I looked past the clouds and into the heavens,

Nope.
God was dead and
Blue.

I walk home confused and I open the door and stare at the mirror and
The voice, the music, the
Harmony,
It was all me.

For a second there I forgot
What the human voice has wrought.
Ezra
Written by
Ezra  New York City
(New York City)   
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