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Free Jazz

Photo by Elan

There are shapes to melodies

Found in sequences

In our hands and voices.

We move them

First as children,

Awkward

Matured into organic

Adulthood

To stretch harmony

Into a testimonial

Of the connective

And the disconnect

We kiss

To alleviate

 

Our songs……

Last proof

We are lovers

 

There are shapes to irony

In our search

Of free Jazz

We pluck

Single blades

Of wide grass

Placed between thumbs

Of insecure knuckles

Once thought

As divine

Producing

Buzz notes

A means to escape

Shapes

Of melody.

 

Our lips 

Who

Attempt to lose

The contours of the song

Make up a song

 

Our noise…

Last proof

We are lovers

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