Chords change in exquisite dissonance, then resolve.
Rhythms seize breath like a gut punch.
Tone, pure resonance, besets the senses
Like sex after aimless denial.
To weep in presence,
To die in joy,
To scatter in untapped emotion,
To question mystery
And the ecstasy and agony of the edge.
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