Hearing AidA Poem by PeteWhen I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreau i found a compass in music flying, nimble fingers the pounding drums clashing symbols eclectic, electric twangers of euphony with their finely tuned, lip-smacking strings of ambrosia an extension of my poignant, pliable, pulsating phallus hypnotizing mesmerizing synthesizing energizing now ever day is summer wondrous wailing never failing jammin' and rockin' 'til my dying die two plus two adding up to a gazillion always center stage like a rattlepated, rallentando reptilian alluvial air guitaring floating in perpetuity eternal, sanctified serenity apostolic anthems accompanying ascending allegiance strobed, silhouetted songs capitulating cadence scales climbing into the stratosphere owning me translating existence articulaing bass, treble and clef lifting up my telescoped hands and thanking heaven that my sublime soul isn't deaf © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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