Strung Together With String

Strung together with string...

A inaudible thread of foreign dialogue...

An undercurrent of echoes...

The plays the thing

On the TV screen...

...But music lives outside this suicide,

And breathes into our hearts and minds...

Saw you snuffling moss underneath a log

In a forest somewhere,

Your soft tail lifted as you

Inhaled the pine tinged air

With careful elegance...

You are a transcendental creature...

My Miracle, we are so very gifted

To have nature and these

Multitude of trees...

Everywhere...At our finger tips...

...And in a moment lost forever

If the criminal we call our president

Takes liberties...

Sets boundaries...

Draws lies in sand that become our

Future truths...

Please don't allow the factories,

And the greed hungry billionaires

To tear our forests down

For absolutely no reason...

Besides their arrogance and lack of

Grace and social skills...

There has to be a way to sing!...

Sing a truth that will shake mountains...

Sing a truth beyond what money can buy...

Sing a hundred borrowed sighs

From the caverns of our collected thoughts...

If we say it...it becomes a living thing...

If we live it we can finally face ourselves in the mirror

With the string that we've fine tuned...

Musically we become immune

To the sickness of our age...

Strung together with string...

Living out our finest

Self while brilliant

Recipes of light

Ignite the dark sky overnight...

And bring us back to where

The heart pulse beats

Beneath the living fertile soil...

3/12/25

Bunny Villaire

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