alas ennui of the troubled soul
and unmoving despair of the mind
sinking into the clouds of soft white nothing
tettering on the edge of the abyss
of moving to and fro
in an unmoving pattern of repetition
of the mind, sinking into apathy
roused, at last, by a ringing chord
creating dissonance in an unmoving pool
perhaps, maybe, a wailing guitar, a soothing voice
staccato drums, a clear note from a horn
rouses the psyche from the dross of thought
and away soars the mind
an orgy of indulgence
of sensory pleasure
of auditory bliss
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