POEM: BURIED ALIVE
They don't know
where the melody goes
or why it is obscured
They wonder why
our frail faces
rode responses to pasture
They ask if
every note they've nailed
is fixed in vein
We say we
have buried it
in love
We submerge sound
over and over
until it touches the ground
We drop duets
sink solos
and mummify minuets
That they may rise
in places far enough
from their source
That they may cheer us
up in all spaces
like a friendly ghost
Dancing on our senses
shading pink perfumes
into our present tenses
So stress floats off
with the wind along
with every scorn and scoff
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