Spell caster, melody maker
What you bring when you sing
Invocation, realization
Doorways that ring of many things
Toe tapping rhythmic gyration
Upswing, Wellspring, Worshiping
The movement’s a shovel
Digging below the gravel bone
A wing from this sting
To a realm of
Seeing the you
Unspooling like string
Across from you
-Thomas Typewriter
Snap
The clock hands overreach
The moment changes
I am a broken thing am I
Out-of-sequence sunsets
Darkness summons double-agents
Surrounded on all sides
I cry. I curse. I crawl.
But
I continue. I channel. I conduct.
Silver friends mist, what is your face
I am not alone am I
Bless you music
Always by my side
Louder. Faster. Jubilant.
Verse chorus verse shields me
Melody steadies me
Rhythm propels me
I am a glorious motion am I
-Thomas Typewriter
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