Ending twilight Omega rising
Dusk from beyond
Your handwriting beckons retrospect re-connect
dissecting my voice with broken chords
Cadences Stile brisee Chaotic order ringing monophony
Transport telepathic phone call in fugato style
Mezzoforte sotto voce Believe what I say there are
no coincidences Only fate can check mate
Feel the pulp in every gulp
Of newspaper, today's headline reads...
Underwater, the planet breathes
Exhaling innocence divine haloes of the sacred mind
A circle within a circle a frame to find
An eye a face a trace a smile a style to define
A line figuratively alive
And round the ground bass magic of sound
variations abound movements, the twelfth fold
division of the octave sounds
referencing your mind tangled twine
spaghetti bliss first last kiss Forever is infinite
lest we forget... Alpha every Pythagorean comma
Moments bi-furcate, years conquer fears as the
Neopolitan ice cream icicles trickling tetrachords
Only us. Vibration and the subconscious of mother, collective
Earth, Inhabitants abide
She gives birth to a sigh absorbing the noosphere,
the universal mind's ear, everywhere alpha, the omega
is near, i hold you most dear within time's imperfect
sphere, this is why we are H E R E A C E G B D
the thirds are seeds Evolving Simean beings
Listening actively to the ringing in their ears!
Intrinsic music of the spheres Muses
three-fold may be SONG, PRACTICE, MEMORY.
by Carl and I
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