Something like the Larynx

by ibeamarioh

When ever the spirit writhes the tongue to

Vibrate eclectic rhythmic patterns that translate

Voice.

Symphonies are conducted.  

Drums echo in boisterous retaliation

As they approach the entrance

Breaching, to exist. 

The notes dance in and out of the cultural patterns

Unique to ancestry and spiritual lineage

The acoustic tapestry buds the conceived notion of

Bliss.

With that a price tag and disclaimer describing

The struggle, the absolute isolation, and intense tax

That is levied on your production

Distracting and Destroying the Organic Nature of

Voice.

 

 Let your speech, song, and scribbles

 be drenched in and bleed with a passion

a definite and uniquely attributed passion

that is alive

that is who you are.

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