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Mar 23, 2008
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Jazz
Eyes closed
Scent is as air smells like here
There is no stimulus
Palate had been cleansed
It is empty
Blank
Toe taps effortlessly
Brushing symbol
Otherwise
No movement
Cool, dead angel trumpets song
Grooves
Follows paths unseen
Evident in retrospect
Bass is thumbed
Metronome
Playful metronome
Softly
Complex piano intrudes
Is welcomed
Becomes part of the whole
The only sense fed on this day
Is aural
But this man
This man in this place
Is sated
And complete
As virtually motionless
In darkness
He rides the groove
To the birth
The birth of cool
Scent is as air smells like here
There is no stimulus
Palate had been cleansed
It is empty
Blank
Toe taps effortlessly
Brushing symbol
Otherwise
No movement
Cool, dead angel trumpets song
Grooves
Follows paths unseen
Evident in retrospect
Bass is thumbed
Metronome
Playful metronome
Softly
Complex piano intrudes
Is welcomed
Becomes part of the whole
The only sense fed on this day
Is aural
But this man
This man in this place
Is sated
And complete
As virtually motionless
In darkness
He rides the groove
To the birth
The birth of cool
Comments
RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
Close your eyes
Alobar
18 years 1 month ago
Funny, that is the line I
RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
Get that H out...
Candlewitch
18 years 1 month ago
Most music transports me to
Alobar
18 years 1 month ago
“eyes closed” gave you a
Candlewitch
18 years 1 month ago
No no no no no
Alobar
18 years 1 month ago
I know, I was just being a
Candlewitch
18 years 1 month ago
Maybe something like: “Not
RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
Cat
purplemoondoll
18 years 1 month ago
It flows like jazz and feels