16 April, 2015

When I Sing- Day 16

Whole note quite long
I want to sing until I stop breathing
I want to swallow splinters
So there is blood in my mouth
when I sing

So that everyone is spooked
and I look like consumption

I want to sing until no one is looking
and there is nothing between any person
and any other
I want to fill up the whole World
covered with splintered notes

Those Whole notes carry us all
There is nothing else but them

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