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This post's title... part of lyrics delivered with melodic levity from a song
                                                                                                             begging beautifully for fidelity*

vocals lamenting on the ancient language:
its scripture,
                           I made it my business
to learn the code,
to hold me, rise momentarily stroking a key with
                                                                          no lock to un . Do you know how to translate the silence of years gone by
like                         clouds in a  b r e a t h l e s s  sky, whereby artless definitions
                                                                                                                            reside
no question . mark
my word, where there is
                                                                         _ _ _ _,
                                                           there is none,
                                                                                 no need for one:
'sorry', mama told me ... ever-forgiving, she passed on the most
                                                                                                                                                      beautiful 
genes to me, luckily
 
what kind of tight-rope fantasy are we living in
                                                                                   through the wire
this ain't no act, witnessing this mother earth-like action embodied a patient practice at the detriment of her intention,
                    filtered through mis-perceptions,
like some mad-men's
                               un-pure hearts' projections spilling effects in
                                                             slick suffocation painted in
                                                                                                          plastic black-gold
makeovers taking advantage of                       natural beauty,                                                        
                                                                                                                                shades of vanity
rising to the surface
entangled humanity
stacked needs killing the                sea

                                                                                 see
while late last last night among
                                               brand new trustees of 6-degree bound-to-happen kind of math while walking the path, crossed
                                   this coming-together where centered, staged my first time
speaking them spur-of-the-moment lines
                           dimly lighted chandelier above under which legs stood me up              
                                               slightly shaking like a newly formed foal,

hands on hips to hold steady
                                            a heart deafening my nerves to the point of exhilarating,
                                                                                                                               gorgeously absurd!
                         mouth poised to deliver the drops of some truth I'd never
                                                       dare to claim as my own,
spontaneously revealed to all
                                                   but one                                                     (the source)
at once
unscripted, well-versed access to a
                                                                         rest-stop
where that block called m-
                                        e could go,
  get out of some marvel's way making for a
                                                                                        peace-full moment
of hopeful flowing grace by a
                                                                   body granted me,                        chords vocalizing
                               a mind we can, must now more than ever,
                                                                                                        possess (if ever we dared to own.
this is it, while sur la terre)
(hold tight to carefully command. understand you can, must
                                                                                         command,
                                              freedom of the upper hand on your own lower-head),

some vessel are we
for use like ::
                                                                   blood thicker than water making wine for fellow man
                                                                                                                                                  kind

.Translation...