Strings of PrecisionA Poem by PeteThe pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it. - Thoreau. dancing on truth kissing puckering day hugging shivering night letting go of that which is wrong grasping unequivocally that which is right grinning melody today laughing in yesterday's revelry deep in heart and soul never growing old feeling the way with fingers of faith imbibing from a deep well of righteous rhythm feasting at an abundant, incarnate buffet mouth and belly full, nothing left to say hear the lost words grasp the newfound meaning lost, i've no choice but to keep on walking that's just how it goes when strings of precision do the talking © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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