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Monday, February 21, 2005 

when roused from sleep

color of music

morning half past four
twenty first february twothousand&five

[ once again.
i awake in black,
to white
to write.
inspired by cafe del mar
flashed a vision
of the beach.

do you see what i see?
sand grains of phuture diamonds
the grooves on each
matching the grooved beat
looping
along with soft horns
an ivory tinkle
tender piano
lacking only a misplaced clarinet
or blues guitar classical.

can you hear what i feel?
waves.
flickering licking flames
of a small candle's glow.
_ _ _ light up my world.
illumina stars and ivory accompaniment
bass deep and drums'
constant rhythm,
groaning frenzied climax but chilled out.

slow peace.
nod my head in beat.
fingers tapping
up the spine.
that magic melody.
a breath of fresh air
a kiss, half open, no tongue
a lingering taste
fades out with the record.

a drum beat continues though.
double bass frets a quarter every bar.
low notes twinkle with hi-hat half-opened.
my eyes closed
fingers still moving.
still moving.
never dead.
always moving.
still
be. ]

- lx.zndr c

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