motes of music

soft and dark; dreary croon
you tilt me back; make me swoon

a melody so sweet
a melody so soon
farther, farther back

it comes and goes; it comes and goes
it flows, it flows; out and up and away

a song of air
a song of despair
always, always away

tilting, spinning, forgetting; always forgetting
marching to a tune that the clock sings

the beat unbroken
the beat unspoken
on and on and on

– James C. Keller

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James is an aspiring storyteller who enjoys gardening, tabletop games, and deep conversations.

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