Monday, June 25, 2012

A Freedom Unfathomed


Alone in the dark.
Blind but enlightened.
The contrast stark.
From what is hidden.

Deaf to all.
Cymbals ring out.
A high to call.
A musical cult.

Inner freedom.
Unleashed within me.
As short as a thump.
Too fast to see.

Away its gone.
On my knees I fall.
Just another one.
The night I call.

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