now is my time

to as they say "face the music"


(oh cliche hoedown indeed

how we trivialize the horrors and wonders


of the creation and our responsibilities in it)

now if I only knew how to dance


flat-footed soul (oh puns galore too)

if I weren't hurting so much


I'd enjoy the laugh and spin across the marble

in the ballroom of the aether


it is only my ear that saves me

those Spheres filling the being with their silent "sound"


and all these useless words to describe what's beyond description

my time to dissolve as the Secret Chord resolves...



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