The Blind Smelt of Music

The paper is bleeding so much.
Is there an end to this?
But I can only watch.

A scrupulous composer.
A juxtaposition of notes.
A forbidden requiem.

Cacophonous yet solemn.
Coarse yet smooth.
Disturbing yet beautiful.
Poisonous yet sweet.
Mellow yet acrid.

It loomed on me.
A spectacular and terrifying revelation.

It’s too late though.
The orchestra has already begun.

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