Val

a song, a note, a beat

it has the rhythm of my heart

i am alive.

a rule, a concoction, a have to

having the vibe of colors dull

i am dead.

a dance and a rule

made together

they both step on each

other’s toe

oh what a sight it is!

and i hasten towards the shadows

for what one believed

to be absolute, the other said

it was art.

no, they do not agree,

the partners that try to move

about,

this song sounds like iron on siren

the spell is broken already

for the noise that comes about,

even lazarus rises up

and not from redemption.