Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Poem #1

Instrumental Visuals

Composing a symphony of visible sounds.
As ambient abstractions rattle the ground, 

Scratching the sir's face.

Cold and warm bodies of flesh and of wood.
Describing each other as un-understood

Become relevant to this time and space.

A contemplation of vibrations from detachable strings.
While notes shake glass from the screech that they sing.

Shattering items from a shelf.

This one is me. The other is mine.
An object and subject of current times.

Were missing, but found in search for itself.

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