lyrical motion

I dreamed of being a singer.

And i sang.

I sang songs of revelation and time, love and joy, heartbreak and sadness.

I sang songs of trials and troubles, kind souls and mothers, pain and despair.

And throughout these I realized things wihin myself

and within others




Deep in the cores of their souls 

spinning like tornadoes 

and thrashing like the seas.

And I saw them cry at their own lyrical sadnesses

memories that have been lost but kept alive

and pain that lingers within them

and followed to every other person

who listened to their stories.


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