lids heavy
not from exhaustion
but weight of the melody
pressing from all sides
softly firm
like arms around my chest
embrace of E flat, C, sharp A
soaring from speakers
living in the air
thick
emptying my lungs
until they ache
dull and wanting
for the echo back
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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