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One Note
One crisp, clear note
 floating gently through the room
 A single, long second
 like an atom, like the moon
 A shaft of light spoke volumes, 
 my eyes couldn’t keep it still
 When from across the world there came
 a soft, a single trill
 The world began to crumble as
 I stared up towards the sky
 It fell apart around me as
 I stayed and passed it by
 I saw the light as yellow when
 it truly was a blue
 It shifted to the left although I
 swore it had stayed true
 Blinded and deceived, but then
 wind slapped me in the face
 I woke up from my dreamland and
 I saw the true world’s face
 Backed away from light because
 the light, it had deceived
 When red came by I took it in,
 but then I took my leave
 When suddenly before my eyes
 a shining angel shone
 I stepped away and pledged myself
 Then lived into its tone
 The branches of the tree began
 to weaken, one by one
 Sticks and stones, they fell away
 and beat upon the drums
 The drums of life continued
 on and carved away a path
 When one day, a tree feel down
 through fabric the knife slashed
 The corpse continued to walk, because
 I held my bleeding flesh
 I denied, refused to stop although
 it truly needed rest
 I was not hurt or wounded;
 no, one can never be
 I pinned together rotting skin
 I climbed around the tree
 Beyond, the path was gone
 I now see only blank, white space
 I knew that no obstruction could have
 ever slowed my pace
 I walked and I got nowhere
 For the ropes still hold me back
 The light, it quickly fades away
 I see much less than black
 My wounds are dripping, torn away
 But they will heal, another day.

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