cut throat world
grim bony fingers
slide around
the nape
of the soft white folds of skin
around the heart
of innocence
innocence
a phantom
within the palm of my hand
a ghostly blip
and then
its gone
nothing was
and nothing is
and nothing will ever be
a ghostly phantom was all
somewhere
beyond the realms
of right and wrong
is truth
a real truth
of what is
the real truth of what is
lies not in numbers
word
action
deed
or story
but in song
a silent melody played
in strings
vibrations hanging
hovering
delicately tuned
balance
for the heart to percieve
out
beyond the realms of what is
is unity
the unity of thoughts
the unity of love
the unity of peace
the unity that whispers
on the wind
oh to lay down
beyond what is
to be replenished
by the sweet nothingness
of song
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