Caedmon
Bluelighter
Slip through the night, the sounds of deafening conversationon on a busy street
Under the blanket of black and towards the motion of the dawn
The crowd moves and ebbs and the sidewalk becomes all but bare as the mind works
and shudders under its own weight
Enveloped by the air, the motion of breath
in and out
in and out
The beating heart
da dom da dom da dom
Here, alone in a crowd, a smile
an appiration of the self
Flowing and moving and walking and running, it’s simply there, present to the moment
The feet continue their tradition:
their work carrying on the promise of the next step
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"The cruelest lies are often told without a word. My, my, the kindest truths are often spoke but never heard."
Under the blanket of black and towards the motion of the dawn
The crowd moves and ebbs and the sidewalk becomes all but bare as the mind works
and shudders under its own weight
Enveloped by the air, the motion of breath
in and out
in and out
The beating heart
da dom da dom da dom
Here, alone in a crowd, a smile
an appiration of the self
Flowing and moving and walking and running, it’s simply there, present to the moment
The feet continue their tradition:
their work carrying on the promise of the next step
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"The cruelest lies are often told without a word. My, my, the kindest truths are often spoke but never heard."
