The wave broken, 

Over the copper bow of lunar light

The sweet, warm waters gathering me

In its saccharine bosom

Floating me down the gentle crest

Of retreating thought

The stars, hidden by flashes of lightning

Call to me in soaring melodies

Harmonized with the beat of my heart

Blasted through amplifiers

Glorious strains of soul fuck rock

In myriad spectral frequencies 

The wave churns and I with it

The sweetness of peach lays upon my tongue

Music grows discordant

Chords and spectra break apart

Leaving only chunks upon the floor 

Until at long last they resolve into glorious harmony 

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