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My body aches - beating my brain, I yearn for rest. The work needs done. I cannot sleep until I rest. That sleep - that nodding off that interrupts the song while silence plays; a long fermata on a rest. Awake and you’ll be deaf to what you’ve missed, but open your ears and you’ll appreciate the rest. I wish we could be present while we slept, so we never had to miss a single click of rest, until the very end. When the players play their loudest even if they’re resting, a long eternal rest. For the music doesn’t start until you’ve given pause— to the contents of your mind. Let yourself rest, and listen to the universe and its crashing chords; echoing in that quietness, speaking through that rest. And as I ache, I, Tyler, look towards playing that final performance – one that’s sure to give me rest.
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
Requiem
My body aches - beating my brain, I yearn for rest. The work needs done. I cannot sleep until I rest. That sleep - that nodding off that interrupts the song while silence plays; a long fermata on a rest. Awake and you’ll be deaf to what you’ve missed, but open your ears and you’ll appreciate the rest. I wish we could be present while we slept, so we never had to miss a single click of rest, until the very end. When the players play their loudest even if they’re resting, a long eternal rest. For the music doesn’t start until you’ve given pause— to the contents of your mind. Let yourself rest, and listen to the universe and its crashing chords; echoing in that quietness, speaking through that rest. And as I ache, I, Tyler, look towards playing that final performance – one that’s sure to give me rest.
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
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