Poem -

Sound

Sound

Explore the depths of reality, of mystical genius and of magical trickery.
Enter a sphere of tunnels. Each one possessing trillions of diabolical heart cords.
Each cord entangles squillions of tiny chips.

Every door we enter consists of fire, in which we burn bags and bags of energy - energy created from salt and water.

From deep beyond the machine of light...
From fingertipsΒ  deep into the intestine...
The maker of strength...
man..
music.

(c) cgs 1993

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Tony Taylor

I am a musician!!......Gotta say!!.......This is friggin' BRILLIANT brother!!......'nuff said!!.........All Stars!!.......Bravo!!πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘......PINNED for perfection!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo 🐧✴❀

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Preacher Of Ete...

Thank you for reading and your words of kindness. I believe we all have talent in here. Nice to be amongst like minded friends.
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