Moon BloomsMaybe this peace isn't completely soulless
To pick up a pencil and scratch on a pad
is au courant
I favor keys clacking and mispelled words
makin' music without even tryin'

I like your voice better in the Meditative Hour
each breath
A Flower
No tension
No tightrope
No walker

Over turbulent water

This journey has found its feet

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