Guitar strings snapped, and the cacophany of
nickel twanging was far more beautiful
than any sound I had coaxed out thus far.
Perhaps my musical voice is chaos?
Calamity bringing together a harmonious
band of brotherly disasters.
All falling together, like ash settles after
an eruption, or like debris settles after
a hurricane. I suppose that could be.
My only real instrument is an eclectic
blend of chance, happenstance,
confusion, belligerence, chaos, and fury.
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