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Lee

Holladay

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Symphony

Two minds, lost in tragic malformation,
Natural suspicions burning into the conductive refrain
splitting to form one
starving the center
suspense building
feeding the circle,
and the urge grows stronger,
Flowing thick with emotion,
absorbed into a quixotic frenzy (bonding)
taken away, lost in fragments,
It freed us,
Releasing us towards misleading waves
flowing across the smooth vinyl surface,
Dissipating...

And for a brief moment I found serenity,
But it was soon lost
to the undulating pattern of the symphony.

As I crawl into the resolution of divinity
I look back, quickly seeing
some self-centered sorrow fading now into darkness.

Innocence

Soft grey eyes melting into the fragile sky,
Watching the distance for some unknown vision,
Dancinging the cobweb gleam,
The images come to me.
Only a child,
A hand,
That rips away his passion,
A carefully placed blow,
Shattered glass,
Forcing visions from his mind,
Rage sinks savagely into blood
Forming a circle
As a small hand gentile and innocent,
Lifts a dying bird from the snow.
The sticky warmth clings to his fingers.
a sinister seed,
Planted in his heart,
A question mark shadows his soul.