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There are songs
There are songs within sounds that echo the breath of eternity.
i sing,
the universe incarnate from these lips
which twist in forming syllables,
moulding decibels,
fragmenting time's continuum,
lost in a universe of verse.
Inner space cannot hear what is not felt
since for rhymes to sound, molecules must resound
shattering the serenity of being in tune
to silence,
still time.
While time binds minds to the tangible
rhyme frees minds from time.
As placed lips contour the origin of sounds
sculpted hearts predate the origin of thoughts.
Must i then curve my heart strings
to intellectual things
before i learn to think with an action less complex?
I guess its true then.
My love is a notion,
drowned by a wave of perception.
thoughts thrown to anchor my heart
only add to its heaviness.
one night....
i met her in a bar
eyes open, tights torn,
skirt short, soul worn
parading this assortment
for one to see through this guise.
she wanted to be seen
as she was before there was flesh
before there were bones
scattered en route to her thoughts
leading men to warped glimpses
of her essence
she wanted to be known
as it was when we existed as smoke signals
seen as spiralling clouds
charting our route to the sky
mapping our distance from the earth's core.
from our joint heart.
she wanted to be undressed
and unknown to the eyes of now.
unknown and felt
in distances relative
to a family tree she once knew,
weaving inbred branches,
leaves searching for the sun
wrapping lifetimes with its roots.
'oh brother where art thou?
i've stumbled only through lovers and wanderers
looking for a body
closer to my core'
she searched for love-like properties
in a compound element.
the formula her past handing her so jading her heart
it acquired the colour purple.
in vain she sampled masculine frames,
balanced frames make perfect shades,
tinting the windows of her soul.
i met her
soul in a bar,
stripped to its essence,
tied around her waist
in tightly wound knots
resembling bow-ties
resembling tied bows
aimed at hearts,
her body a sometimes dart.
i met her body in a bar
saw the axis of her pain
around which revolved her heart,
in slow circular motion.
slow enough to regard its trobbing,
giving clues to the speed
of her swaying body,
which, if held in the right time
could led to me touching her soul.
wrapped tightly, dirty and torn,
by fingers trying to unravel her.
i washed my hands of my past
i forged my family tree
i stole her heart
tied it with my roots
covered it with my branches
i unclipped her bra-strap
untied her soul,
and as it fell
in our moment of communal solitude
i whispered
i can see inside you.
its just my soul hovering
between us,
she replied,
i'm miles away.
i can see beyond you
now my body's free to roam.
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