I love music, studied languages, stultifyingmy soul with grammar rules in modules of
melodies, then flowed into the swamp of
bureaucracy
Going astray from ideals of musical sounds,
flowing rhythmically, to the shocking discovery
the song in languages is subservient to
ice-cold meaning
Within clear lines; words that never sing, croaking
hoarsely, filled with dissonance and discord,
but the meaning is right, the borders
between content and emotion
Guarded faithfully, while living on lies –
as long as the lies are clearly
formulated, everything’s fine…
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