Chaos
A hologram grows
difficult
Music becomes
red, red becomes human
She played the banjo and violin
The thin
line of logic separates
As the
butterfly from the chrysalis
Your eyes
deceive into universe
The blast
and the suck, stars die
Music plays
on, our capillaries grow
Difficult and
gold becomes human
She sang a Sousa march in the church
And one day
we’ll walk into the sun
And believe
our mother ironed
Our bed
sheets with her love,
But we’ll
find she had a tool
That heated
and cooled
But it too
died like the stars
She too died like the stars
Her music no
longer human
a black hole
nothing feels like
Living.
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