Trials

In rhythm, there is meaning.

In the beat of a drum, you can hear the
sound of your heart beating. The violin
is the voice of a loneliness so deep
it's tangible. The harp may be the
harbringer of peace. The deep bass
may be what your being craves.
In all this, there is a part of the self;
an existential loneliness reflected
in the rhythm of the things that
forgo the ear and strike the soul.

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a fine poem.

a fine poem.