Life With Horace

poetry & essays

aftermath

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all eyes as one
single voices
become
this great body
balanced on
a razor thin
tipping point
we sing
full throat
to ecstasy
the music stops
I fall into
the abyss of silence
tears flowing

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the moment after the end of a great piece. for Cailin Manson, who took us there.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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