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The best singing belongs
To songs no one sings.
I didn’t hear voices for days.
What she said, I put to the side.
I need to select what stays.
Great wholes in the fabric
Of life, those forgotten days.
Long, forced politeness. Static.
Something was wrong.
The train was going the wrong way.
I heard a sad, mocking song,
I saw the detour and the delay,
Hulking ruins, boredom, secrecy;
I wanted no more of the human race,
Jewelry, legs, makeup on the face;
Frankly, I didn’t care.
Music as water. Mozart.
Piano Concerto 18 is more beautiful and more rare.
Please come here. Look here.
God is here. God is here. Not out there.
