Sung In

"Sung In"
We are notes on the tongue of God Each of us words in a never ending sentence Music is math God breathes us in out of Time We are but droplets past and present participles wet behind the ears unable to hear the full melody of "what is this song?" We move punched out perfect and yet wrong holy and unholy chords pulled tight and we are automata running under the pedals of bare feet bleeding playing a symphony We do not fully understand and we are slowly beings being low tides caught in the ripped veil sung in blind unseeing (LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Radiohead - "Everything In Its Right Place" (slow version) Artist: XavieRinato https://youtu.be/B5mrbr5qTDQ
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July 11, 2020 at 7:39 PM
Nobody knows for sure. Just Be the best you xx
Labyrinth Avatar
July 11, 2020 at 8:29 PM
I shall always be me...have no fear of that. what you see is who I am. Ripley's Believe it or Not.
Parker Avatar
July 11, 2020 at 3:28 PM
And I thought we were just here to supply the plants with carbon dioxide...felt like a little humor today my poetic friend, because I know God has a sense of humor he created us...
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July 11, 2020 at 7:09 PM
Usually, when people are frightened and confused, humour usually lifts. I, of all people get that Parker. My thoughts on the current state of things. Of course something/someone must have a sense of humour, for we are all a big joke.
Lindley Avatar
July 11, 2020 at 11:01 AM
None are more blinded than are we mortals my dear friend. We are blinded by our arrogance, our inherent evil, our sins, our lusts, our greed , our vanity , our pride , or desires , our dreams our embracing the ever growing darkness is the world! Love your poem-- a fav.. God bless..
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July 11, 2020 at 7:09 PM
We are misguided souls already ghosts in the Bardo. Waiting for what we do not really know or yet understand. Maybe the "Someday".
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