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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