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is it possible?

Is it possible to exist in the space of a violin’s note?  The quiver of sound, elongated upon the tension of strings?  For if it was, I surely would – for there, in a single breath, is all the beauty of life. 


St. Willards Street

Ancient sounds swirl through paper thin walls on St. Willards where hope left me a crumb and life struggles to have meaning.
A chill drizzles down my spine covered with cotton and flannel while distant drums call to my thoughts leading the lead marked pages dressed only in simple horizons.