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'Tristan und Isolde' Harmonic Analysis and Chill

'On a whim impulsive' poetry

By Darnum BarnumPublished 9 years ago 1 min read

Part 1:

5 times, 5 times, 5 times.

3 times, 3 times.

1 time.

3 - 4, 6 - 8, 4 - 12.

1 - 2, 3 - 8, 4 - 4.

stanza unknown.

Part 2:

five flights down

from the dimension you live in,

there lives a harmonic suspension

melting into a void,

nextdoor,

there lives a black horse

that falls slowly

towards the grass beneath,

as if it barely dodged the bullet —

it is the only precursor

to the life and death dance,

the dance of passion,

the passion of crime,

the crime of the century.

it is a consumption,

enveloping you in purgatory,

but you stand by your inamorato.

In unison, you say: "It is us against the world."

Part 3:

Little boy running,

rain boots slugging,

collision upcoming

then three lights humming.

cool it down,

cool it down.

slip, fall, land, crawl.

You are in each-others arms, together you enter.

The Kingdom has not forsaken you.

No discord or disenchantment

or disdain or division.

surreal poetry

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    Written by Darnum Barnum