What is not music
This name?
Haunting and pierced
Penetrating and haunting
Without ghosts
Yet no more real
Than everything else that happens
Repeated over
And over until it becomes unfamiliar
Different only from before because of
the time that has passed
Since anxiety
Since Golgotha
and whatever dreams have flown
since Annie sang
That which is not song
Her voice
Rising and fallen
Collapsing and risen again
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Mystical
@ Thursday, Jun. 11, 2009 – 12:12:27 am
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