A Rhythmic Form Poem
I need to write the music
that takes me to the center of the universe,
the sound that washes clear my cares,
the sound that carries me there
and sets my spirit forever free
to find its eternal destiny.
I can hear the clanging of the gates,
this must be born before it is too late,
it would be such a great mistake
if I …
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