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Mellow Cello
I've seen Meaning melt
Under the candle-glow
Of what I dealt,
Whilst her wax stood firm
And wick burned
Throughout the unfair profundity
Of nightfall...
I hear dinner bells
In the pitch black
Of my inner hell...
And I know
Through irregular chimes,
That human hands
No longer burden the weight
Of ringing them this time.
It is probably just a wind
Of irreversible sin
Scraping oxygen to metal...
A gust of Absence
'Cross a fruitless meadow.
I believe
It will settle
Like dust on leaf petals.
Randomly
Blocking the sun.
And I will stay the walking perpetration
Of a lie
Holding guns
To trees
In all directions
As litter collects at my feet
In mounds
Where music was once
Made...
A cello now rests on the ground
Picking up
Only bird shit
And ambient sound...
