The Music…

‎Through these narrow canals do your melodies wriggle

With each pluck comes the boon of levitation

Vision peers through seamed eyelids

Liberated by your bondage I’ve felt my pores teeming with your zest

I’ve seen my heart peeking through my vest

You bask in infinite mystery as you do

I trek across dimensions on your flying disc of bizarre powers

Icy winds shrill across the savanna while a thousand tongues howl ululation

The sun stations aloft the arctic with a gaze wielding the tendencies of equatorial repercussion

I have swum in your viscous creeks of mercury

Suspended by the grace of your nuances

Festooned in your drapes of sonic silk

Through these narrow canals do your melodies swim

Strum

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