Listening To The Air

I am lying but not

That I don't tell the truth,

Because now that I'm

Floating, that's the truth!

I do not explicate

That lying is truthful,

Because I'm floating,

And it's beautiful!

Listening to the air

Is supposed to be quiet

But null, unlike Bach's Air,

It's just like death!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is primordially inspired by Bach's Air on a G String and was written principally while listening to the music.

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your words flow like notes on a musical scale, with a seemingly endless repertoire of the vernacular. and with baton in hand, your create yet another symphony of quotable imagery. wow...