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*She is shaking,
fingers on keyboards, trembling
A confined spirit..
now untethering
You are absolutely beautiful--
Immersed within this magical-Unfolding
as music mates to words
Fingers, strumming now
Now finding their perfect placement
..On the keyboards
of her newfound freedom
A beautiful spirit now returning
to a once-little body, beaten
for being her beautiful spirit's home.
Now with headphones on ears
there is a restoration
of years and years and years,
locust-eaten
...Of those years, and years, and years.
. . .
Tell me about pure Joy, churches..
the nice cars in your parkinglot,
aint showing
The look on her face, while untethered
tells me everything
You can only dream of
ever knowing.
This is true Church--
This beautiful Sunday-mornin' glowing
This spirit-infused flesh
A perfection of music
momentarily, flowing.
From hidden cloud
her flesh-infused spirit
is my one chance
at pure Joy, knowing..
My love for her,
continually-growing..
In heart,
tarred-n-feathered..
In Art, all hers
I am become
Untethered.*
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Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 11:26 PM UTC
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*She is shaking,
fingers on keyboards, trembling
A confined spirit..
now untethering
You are absolutely beautiful--
Immersed within this magical-Unfolding
as music mates to words
Fingers, strumming now
Now finding their perfect placement
..On the keyboards
of her newfound freedom
A beautiful spirit now returning
to a once-little body, beaten
for being her beautiful spirit's home.
Now with headphones on ears
there is a restoration
of years and years and years,
locust-eaten
...Of those years, and years, and years.
. . .
Tell me about pure Joy, churches..
the nice cars in your parkinglot,
aint showing
The look on her face, while untethered
tells me everything
You can only dream of
ever knowing.
This is true Church--
This beautiful Sunday-mornin' glowing
This spirit-infused flesh
A perfection of music
momentarily, flowing.
From hidden cloud
her flesh-infused spirit
is my one chance
at pure Joy, knowing..
My love for her,
continually-growing..
In heart,
tarred-n-feathered..
In Art, all hers
I am become
Untethered.*
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The smell of rain and streetlight thrown
A love, a lantern in the snow
But when she feels it taking hold
Finds it so hard letting go
Can I tell her that we'll shine,
She dreads the devil's yet to show
So **** reluctant to expose it to me, so
So I think of the things that it taught me
She starts to think.. "evil has lost me"
I walked with the wolves, and it haunts me
She steps with intention to run free
So stunner, don't ever move softly
You've been on a journey they can't see
When dancing in ballrooms, you will lead
Promise you'll smile off a memory
youtu.be/BnWFy0P2e-A
❤️️
the angel opens her eyes