Webs, streams, dreams

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Music, brings me
Out,
       from in my head.
Lifts the fog
       that sits like lead.
Cuts the wax,
        Through.
Out,
        from in my head.
Pains me,
 Regains me
         With its thrall.
In keeping with my
   Conceited
     Congealed hurts
                     It stalls.
                     It speaks -
Through melody,
                  crest and falls.
I see my  -  Self
Once more, a new
          Encased.
A-hum
     A-hum drum bum.
An inner busque
     it trills & spills
Out from in my head.
     Music
        This I cannot live without
Within its balming waves
     I lull
             I drip
                 Evanesce & Flow.
Encased
     A-hum
         Padam Padam
Prati Padam,
     Arhathi, Irthi
          Pratipadicam
                I leap & grow
                In Mountain Dew
                I gleam, I glow
     My bass
       adrift
          I lift.
         Hold, expand, & grow.
Music,
      when soft voices die
           vibrates in memory.
      It lives, it thrives
           It writhes.
     Do not forget:
          You must feel
     For they did die
           So you could heal...
             Kneel, Take the knee
Heal, and be
   In melody / levity
      For me (?)
        Just be!
   But do not forget
       Do not forget
The cuts through which
   Its bright solder runs
Music, thrums
Inside My Chest
    Encased
Down
          &
             Out
                   from in my head.
   

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