horribly alone and free (petalofsmoke) wrote in buffalo_poets,
horribly alone and free

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...CAUTION: Crosspost...

"The Musician"

I fell from existence,
as music swallowed my mortality--
and ours.

The endless bliss- that sorrow never took,
Spread me,
into sinking souls.

I lifted you, beyond your life,
in acoustic strumming,
verses the spoke Truth.

Lost, only as yourself,
I am identity--
rained on and rusted, but still whole.

In throaty voacls, and a fast waving hand,
I can save the world's soul...
but not my own.

*-> Patricia <-*

I wrote this while listening to "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan." You might say Dylan is my muse.
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