People destroy beauty, with their brazen laughs
Never stop, symphony.
Move around me. As I in this stillness, sleep.
As I in this swirling cosmos for a moment cease.
Tune my ear, oh beauty. I have grown deaf.
Slowly, I do not wish it, but
I fear to lose the only worthwhile sound I know~
Envelop me sweet music. Ye measurer
Of time and place, distance erased,
Travel me.
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