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I want more

Than these monotonous notes 

To fall on my page

For the flat melancholy cadence

To disperse

Into a rhythm

That moves palettes of grey scales

Away from sorrowful liturgies

For a slow crescendo to build

And a mending bridge that follows

And a song that creates

A movement for two

Between striking stacato’d beats

Living and breathing

Weaving colour amidst meaning 

And not this slow funeral march

I feel my heart sighing

I’m so done with sighing

When my song picks up

I’ll let you know

For now I’ll hum my blues alone 

©Entirety 2016

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