Archive for August 17th, 2011

Watch Me Wave, Love My Soul

Empty hands,

should be moving

a piano,

heaving a computer,

over the edge.

The Art of Fugue drives me,

bounces me

to violent, good crashing.

Not as bad as I seem,

I love my Bach,

working to fire

the good into the blue bubbles.

Watch me wave,

love my soul.

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