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Earth's tone
pitch perfect
absolute hearing
(shhhhh ..... )
let’s run
somewhere
anywhere
quietly
but where?
(it is absolute)
our veins follow the architecture of the leaves inheriting its rythm
rhythm is consuming souls
overwrote by the ocean’s crescendo
our DNA is synchronized
(Mother is firmly holding a conducting baton)
The partiture where we can be undisguised
hasn’t been written
let’s write our own
turn the opera
into the cabaret
and give the puppets illusion of the freedom
Copyright ©
Sanja Cokolic
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