There is
a note
of syncopated
sadness
meandering
the banks
of the fabled
mighty
river
southward
onward
into the imposing
ever ingesting
gulf
of legends aloft
and sunken galleons.
Sadness
and longing
of melancholic
seductive
darkness
—supple and shiny:
chastising sun,
unheard
nightly weeping—.
Humming
and sobbing
arise
from he stillness:
wounded soul
birthing
the rhythm
of blues.
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