silky songs

from a young tailor

that sound smooth and strong

and caress like a savior-


its glimmer smells medicinal

as the musician’s instrument

reflects truths unconditional

and made lovely scents disorient


continuous crescendos

that tasted so sweet

because when concluded

made delicious treats


that pulled at his hand

with some lovely aroma

And his one-man band

formed a perfumed coma


and so decadent ensembles

revealed red confusion

and the taste of blood

let nonsensical fusions


conduct the final symphony

and destroy - death by entropy


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