I just want magnificence
descending down my spine
stirring up inner thought,
so whispers can slip out again,
exist as light
filtered through leaves,
it lingers and taps at a trace of electrons,
a filament lifting vertebrae, one by one
as each resettles into a slightly new place
and sits together as a spine instead of anarchy
reunited, time would stop to watch
the sound of a guitar string vibrate,
full of intention, at one with its purpose
I close my eyes,
complete, soaking rapture
and remember how to breathe,
move with life
Honorable mention
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