#0029 ClemS CastawayS Open Mic Improv – And Now a Poem: Music
A poem from outer lips, from hijacked tongue and intrusive thoughts carry back and away a time of fear and fright so as to carry the soul into another time…
A poem from outer lips, from hijacked tongue and intrusive thoughts carry back and away a time of fear and fright so as to carry the soul into another time…
So music, yeah. What type? ALL. What is music to us all but the rhythm. The rhythm that for some is life. It stems, no shoots, no grows with vine like vigor from the mind and borders on creativity and insanity. It is AS necessary the thoughts of your name, how you breathe, and with the absence can warpp the greatest mind, or set a child free. Sing to me Music – SING.
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