love looms
amid the earthen shrine
in contrast with truth
pressing onto parchment
muted musings left lingering
for glancing eyes
that gaze in contempt
aghast at the ongoing display
of decadent debauchery
never have they known
such indiscretion
yet none can speak
for what is known
the radiance
disarming
its cadence grows stronger
echoing into the abyss of anguish
from one
to other
bearing no consequence
of relevant toll
rolling like a snow-bound stone
enjoyed by the sun
all of these ancestral affectations
airs of artifice
agonizing over every breath
spilled out onto the landscape
like leaves leading to disarray
in lost portrayal
sweet strands of vermilion
lick like flames
framing such fragile alabaster allure
alone and aloft
soft tones of humility
exuding from hearth
set upon this heart
rekindled by kindred coalescence
windswept into one regret
and set to the serenity
of solitude’s song
Max, or Not 
Yes. This is what I been looking to read. I want to read that again.
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thank you for this
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Your welcome
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Hypnotic rhythm and majestic language. Beautiful as always Max
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thank you olde punk. i feel so awful having allowed my response to fall this far behind. i honestly had no idea it was this bad. i appreciate your consideration and patience with my flighty ways
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Your way with words is completely musical. I can imagine this rhythmically speaking or singing. Very beautiful!
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thank you. your senses are keen. i’m primarily a musician and it plays a fundamental role in my fashioning of words.
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Have any music posted anywhere?
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“Rolling like a snow bound stone…sun”…such vivid imagery. I like the interplay between love and anguish.
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thank you. i appreciate your pointing that out. it helps me feel connected.
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