A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Polyphony
Noiseless, I cry out
The sound of sunlight, the echo of still air
And there are ways for you to hear me, in the motions of mortal bodies, in
Two bodies becoming one because
One and one can become one
That’s part of the gospel
But the mind is linear, cyclopean in its
Understanding of music
You only ever sing the lyrics
Or hum along with the instruments
And choirs of angels
Break the stillness in a world of possibilities
Light of my life
Dark of my death
Full note
Half rest
Full rest
Sing until there’s no sound left in our lungs
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