Creative


Daniel sits in silence.
And words evolve into Entities, as music
With the sharpest angst.
His flesh speaks in chilling
Chords as it falls off his Face..please....
He traces the silhouette of his 
Voice with truth and sleeps 
Metaphoric in the dark of 
His breath. as his emotion 
Hides from emotion and seeks 
The spoken word..sickness and 
Such, (obscene and brilliant if profane with perjury). he 
Invents fire. and every 
Player falls a note behind 
Ahead of time, his prays late in meditation,
Daniel
Has a god but minds Her into a sound mistake.


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