one words#

Words find their way into my subconscious
Or should I say find their way out of ...
Processing the industrial flavor or words
The chromatic feel to their essence
Their shiny sheen reverberating
Rebelling against my inspiration.

I find myself expressing
The core deep need of my wanton voice
The echoing blending of consonants
Liberating vowels like a wandering Buddha
The incessant pull of the search for meaning
My life long gone into a love force
The energy spent on the moment singing
The tic toc tac of the passing hour
Measured by how many moments I'm away from you

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