Concept Album
Your music is evergreen, violet and yellow
piercing rays that shiver and vibrate. Like
dust settling, like ash falling, You've given
me too much.
A crescendo of cascading stars, hurtling
across the sky, bursting through the black,
around rings and gas giants, striking
vivid and abrupt chords,
With music like ferocity and salt,
I wish to die with you. I can feel
it shaking my chest, rearranging
me, breaking my ribs like
levees. My body is a city cleansed,
destroyed, and rebuilt. I am rubble,
I am the remains of something lesser,
years growing shorter, memory growing
longer, I am faint, I am a song,
ending.
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