Quick notes:
First time posting, blah blah. I guess this qualifies as poetry...it's the free-verse crap that churns out of my head whenever I sit down to write. Spacing is important, to me, hence the odd spaces between it all.
Fetterstone
Let's sing this disenchanted melody.
Notes fall and so do stars.
Humming along until the world burns out completely.
Always humming along.
Pursue in reverse, featherlight touches mean nothing.
The heaviest words mean nothing.
But only heavy to me.
Basic sound.
Basic.
This is.
Basic.
Crushing and ripping, relinquishing control.
Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing.
Forget to remember.
Or maybe remember to forget.
I can't quite recall.
Filter out the sounds
Feel the pulse.
Throb, throb, throb, throb.
THROB.
Decompress and realize.
Swifter than I, more organized than I.
Always more.
Or less.
Static static staticstaticstatic.
Enveloped and consumed, pursuing pathways unknown.
Unwanted.
Ignored.
Clandestine and arcane.
Change.
No such thing.
But it's everything.
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