The world is just music;
Driving percussive beats,
Lolling melodies, plaintive strings,
Surging piano chords, waves of sound.
But we want to make it a song
And we’re scrambling to write the lyricsTo soothe our programmed minds.
In the woods, the wolves laugh,
They howl at the moon,
Howl their wordless verses.
Just dance, they exhort.
Sing without words.
This song is an instrumental.
Let words fall away like dust
From the mirror
Showing a face
That proves it's the mirror
That's cracked, not you,
That reflections are incidental.
Let words fall apart
Like the slats of a raft
You’ve bundled watertight flat.
But you neither sink
Nor walk on water.
You thrash, gasp for air, you swim.
The raft was always supplemental.
Fall away like steps of a stairwell
Half way up, which is just
Another way of saying halfway down
Which means you’re stuck in the middle
Where you were all along.
You slide or you crawl,
You figure it out.
It's just a ramp.
Progress has always been incremental.
Close your eyes,
Stop twitching your lips.
You’ll find yourself moving.
The rhythm is the sound
That all the world must heed.
Once you hear the music it's clear
The dance was never accidental.
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