Your conceivers
exist no more--- but

their memories awake
to superior ranks---

through the range
of soundscapes--- of

which you appear. In
front of you--- i sit

folded legs--- eyes closed,
arms down, hands up

towards the heavens--- who
accept my praise for

receiving your offering.
You are music--- introduced in the

most common & extraordinary
remastering--- bringing

peace, connection, &
Love (for you are my

first). You choose not
to believe--- but remind

me--- i’m no stranger to
hurt--- no alien to forgettable

worlds--- no unforeseen
diagnosis. Meditating---i inhale

knowing you’ve shared
secrets--- i haven’t kept---

unraveled lyrics my bass
focused mind wouldn’t

hear--- signaled my dawn
awake--- which i’d receive--- &

fall back asleep. ‘Til this
antenna & static free mind

could exhale for your reflection
to rise to superior ranks---

through the range of
soundscapes of

which you appear--- not
just in forms of jazz, gospel,

r & b, or hip hop--- but in
humanistic rhythms &

poetic tempos from
the music of existence. For

you become human--- in full
flesh & soul--- here to

show me the way. In front
of you, i stand on

strengthened legs, arms
lifted high--- hands expressing

joy to the heavens---
who accept my gratitude

for the common & extraordinary
peace, connection, & Love

you bring. You are music---
introduced & received

in ways that unshackle my
dances--- move my spirit---

mediate my soul &
arrange the soundscapes

for me to sing you
your praise.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004
F rom The Poetic Repercussion

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