Passing Notes

Oh, keep the music coming,

the rhythm and the rhyme;

the syncopated bellissima

between the silence that is mine.

The past that somehow binds the moments,

The present which I forever find,

The passing phen.om.en.o.logical,

Around which we all are entwined.

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