Friday, October 1, 2010


I heard music so beautiful
it made me want to run away.
The strains were so painfully perfect
I wished I were deaf.
Each lilting note questioned 
this fabricated veil of life,
and as the song wailed and rose,
so too did the veil,
and now
I am deaf, blind and mute
in bewilderment,
all I can hear is your voice
cascading around me, 
halting reality.
Somehow lovingly, 
it makes me want to stop being.
I have nothing
and yet, there is so much beauty
in the world that I wish to show you.

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