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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am©2017 Written by Lewis, Y.K I am orchestra. My music is beautiful, wildly, strong, sensual, and playful at times. Within my orchestra is where I live, love, hate, dream, joy, happiness, strength, sadness, fear, and weakness which fight for my attention pulling me in every direction and I am complete. Each operates a different section. To the untrained mind it's chaos screaming to be sedated, locked up to be placed out of sight of prying eyes and lying tongues. My orchestra is sectioned like no other, my infinite mind that transcends space and time gives me a duality to just be. The wind represents my sexuality due to the reed must be placed inside ones mouth to produce a rich earthy tone being surround by wetness of one's tongue as it saturates the reed. In the center stand just one, who has the ability to handle the fire and passions of the heart. The right conductor has a desire and tools to deal with this type of crazy that is appealing to one’s self. Did my conductor chose to love me or play to the audience? Just remember the conductor has to turn their back to someone. As the orchestra I have the ability to remain connected whether I’m on top, on the bottom, on my side, and even when I turn my back to him I remain connected. So much freedom as an orchestra. Once I’m at rest my conductor is left exhausted. I am of many and one in the same. I am.
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