Cacophony

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Riding the Iron Horse
on the grueling way
to a torturous place
my mind rage like
a savage
Six million thoughts
run through me like….
so many decisions
So many ideas
So little means
So little time.
What to do so early
In the morning
but to drug my mind
and pacify it with
layers and layers and layers
of music.
Let my mind’s crippled fingers
unravel the mysteries
of how every last
instrument is in
unison
Maybe one day when
it decodes that harmony
My cacophony inside
will stop.

10/20/98
Train ride in the morning.

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