feel my way into new music

like stepping barefoot through a creek

rocks and sticks to navigate

rolling surfaces

sharpsoft, edgy and water-smooth

downbeats, chords and uplift

soles alive, dangerous texture

seek the familiar

thrill different, indifferent nature

crescendo scents: mown grass and salt air

the sky is blue tissue paper

translucent, crisp

Oh take me somewhere fresh

I am so sick of

old patterns

churning on repeat

a tired reprieve

now with added anxieties!

layered like cake, like baklava

sticky and dense and nauseate

Please!

wash it all away

let me taste a thought

running like cool liquid

through one perfect new song

 

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