'Tristan und Isolde' Harmonic Analysis and Chill
'On a whim impulsive' poetry
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.
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