The Lyric’s Unborn

The music trying to catch up with itself

as I sit here in the dark

—a figment of a lost dimension

—a remnant of some other duality

This place becoming a steppingstone

to what is now already gone

and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,

passing through itself to what might have been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

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