what a calm
of notes.
Such a harmony that played
along side the birthing melody
that they sang like a family
Stones in your life
jagged and sporadic
like the harsh contemporary
Do you expect your life
to write itself for you?
The measures you take
will lock you behind bars.
And what a fall
of black legs
swinging
For everything you held,
you took from another
so that you may breathe.
Sudden silence.
A ring.
Then a chorus.
Forever you may continue
to hold the sound,
tied together.
And you'll repeat yourself,
with little notes trailing behind you like ducks
marching you along
to your coda
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