that crowd my mouth
slipping past the gates
of my pursed lips
entire audiences attempt to
tear my locked jaws apart
only absence, with its claws
snitches those sweet melodies
the empty field
the empty room
is never empty
while I am there
when my notes spew
like monsoons from the sky
drowning those in its way
even though I'm alone
more than ten million
boxed in my throat
locked with a key
only absence possesses
try you might
to catch a refugee
but they're quiet
and nearly invisible
minuscule notes
looked behind white gates
creepin out at night
sleepin in the day
songs remaining deaf
songs remaining blind
songs so illiterate
songs only mine.
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