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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Band
[time] => 2003-10-15 00:01:41
[hometext] => Imagery through sound is amazing. Take the time to listen to the music you only hear.
[bodytext] => A little voice called... Called lightly over the air. Dancing and swaying in the breeze. As rapidly the first voice danced, So did the second, A mild vocal against the former. Interlaced among the beats Of Rhythm the voices held, The steady heart thumped. Thumping the beats of sound. The beats of Life. A series of graceful of maneuvers, Weaving the most intricate patterns, The strings controlled the song. Combined, assimilated into a singular object, A melody soft and sweet, fast and furious, More dynamic than the ever-changing world, Flowed into my ears, a most pleasing din. And then the voices broke, But did not falter, Deviants in the pattern... The pattern of existence. The Rhythm began to jump, Unpredictable in occurrence, Though reliable, still, it was. The Puppet's strings, Shaped, erratically, the soul, And worked on improvised schedule. The duo, torn apart, fled. Fled away, fled towards One another. Through and through they waved, around and around, As if feathers in a tempest. Thump. The heart palpitated its Rhythm steadily. Thump. The strings conformed, controlling no more, subject to life. Thump. The light voice, the voice of a river, flowed in time. Thump. The second, an echo of the first, mirrored its existence. Thump. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 516 [topic] => 54 [informant] => TheSpiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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