My CD player starts
spinning,
songs singing,
eyes seeing.
In that moment I recede from
reality and into the page.
Elevated to new heights;
a symmetrical splash
into a new world.
A solid shore serenated
by a storm of new music.
No two beats the same—
Each with its own aura that
sings of fallen life
worth a memory
as it disappeared in smoke
to weave a story like a river.
They all glisten with
unparalleled perfection
as their story is penned
during a 45 minute decent,
freefalling to their own rhythm.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
My CD player starts
spinning,
songs singing,
eyes seeing.
In that moment I recede from
reality and into the page.
Elevated to new heights;
a symmetrical splash
into a new world.
A solid shore serenated
by a storm of new music.
No two beats the same—
Each with its own aura that
sings of fallen life
worth a memory
as it disappeared in smoke
to weave a story like a river.
They all glisten with
unparalleled perfection
as their story is penned
during a 45 minute decent,
freefalling to their own rhythm.
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