If Only
If only my wordlets could capture
each droplet of rapture
as alchemy bottled in moments
of changling awe
soaks any invasive festering
of unaware mentals
silence would drip with explosion.
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Shards of music could then open
on crystal air and proud
bird would dose joy into cloudy
dawn invoking my ink
to join in the chorus of singing.