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.

One forgets…

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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