Tune, the guiding light,
Compass point and thought unite,
Working toward it.
Unseen hands balance the wheel,
Darkness twists to sight, conceal.
Aim lingers on.
Scooner sailing, hollow frame,
Volumed consciousness fulfills its void.
Struggle lingers on.
Wonder stains the pages.
Spine is worn as heart is torn;
The gutter takes the rap.
A NOTE ON INSPIRATION:
Listening to music--some pieces in particular--has a tendency to put me into particular states, and thus dream toward different destinations (a placeholder term for the foreseeable future). They are a blessing and a curse, the gifts of such experiences. But I cannot get enough of them.
About the Creator
Z-Man
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Hello all! I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker + writer. I hope you gain something personal + inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Zman.
Thank You!
Zach
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