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High Fidelity

This oath I breathe into the night, 
Where spectral voices wage and fight 
For space to salvage, immunise 
And subjugate before my eyes. 
A song despatched with vocal chords, 
Dipped in sorrow, ill affords 
To waste a single key of sound, 
To find the words not often found. 
And thus in tears of honey dew 
I turn the dial and think of you, 
And know I will remain, prevail, 
Hold fast my heart beyond the pale. 
This muted plea of fire and ice, 
It burns and chills, will not suffice; 
This unremitting, ceaseless cry, 
Fidelity tuned a perfect high. 
This I must tell and you must know, 
For when you leave me, when you go, 
My world may stop and cease to be 
'Till you return and stay with me. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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