Verse Exercises

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When it has been too long

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It gets to a point where it gets like this
Missing it, the song-ness of it
The way it runs in my mind
Certainly, admittedly, acceptably idiosyncratic
Better to say, the way it plays
Unlike music, but so like song
Whether somber, mad or high
The quietness of it, always
Quietly strong, or cracking
But quietly the same
A human voice rising above silence
Drawing a cleft to make room
For innovation? or if you like, art
But to me it is first a voice,
A lonely singer for a moment
Until it finds its way, under your skin


Written by thedoe

July 28, 2014 at 3:47 am

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