I'm a cloud just for the moment.
Soft vision, no defined edges,
senses strengthened yet delayed.
Happily and beautifully numb,
mesmerised by the beat of a drum,
and the dry truthful voice,
the deep soul shaped into sound.
The tip tap tread and
the rhythmic pulsation throb.
A mechanical music machine,
the biorhythm body clock, tick-tocks.
Syllabolic flow flutter mutter.
The voice like liquid drone,
full of vibrant fruitfulness,
a colour never painted or envisioned,
releases intimate passion
A sweet nectar, smoothes an edge,
like the harmony sooths a note.
Not everything is what it seems
influenced by this dream.
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Submission Name: A Mechanical Music Machine
