Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 1)

Title: Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 1)
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[Intro: Sparse ambient tones, slow fade in]
(it) Lives in the folds
the flash of
light against
the cavity
in crinkled
aluminum.
[Verse 1: Breathless delivery, rising unease]
There is so
much to tell
so much is
Lost in the
telling
Reprieve: the
retelling
How can the
wind take
away the
thoughts
…Without leaving
something in
its wake.
[Chorus: Swelling echo, layered voices]
The love hit
Windwise
in the
face, through
the hair.
A dark Dawn
waiting for the
light
She's supersticious
that way
…I know
So am I.
[Bridge: Spoken-word pulse]
But the darkness
overcomes
and the cruelty
beckons
Join it
Join it
Join …
[Whispered FX: wind rising]
The wind's
voice:
"Join
Con-join"
[Verse 2: Ghostly, minimal]
The answer:
Not an
imperitive,
an observation:
You've already
joined.
"Escape"
in whisper
escapes her
lips
— into
the wind.
[FX: Wind echoes; minimal synth arpeggios]
I didn't hear
(of course)
but I knew
(of course)
Her post-cards
are dragons
in my subconscious.
The good kind.
[Outro: Fading spoken echo]
Sometimes the
whisper on
the wind — —
"Escape"
…also an observation.
[Musical interlude]
[END PART 1]
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[by r wesley edwards]

Spoken word poetry, electro experimental euro-pop; a discussion between ambient chamber & experimental about sex, female