
The Rehearsal: Broken Epitaph
there’s the conversation
perhaps there’s rain and cold
a broken story unfolds
no I don’t know what they say,
and does it matter anyway
all those cracks in cords, those oaths,
play 4 and then 4 again, play one
of those endless pieces with
cracks in mirrors and souls
that fall apart
and then the music stops
it teases the dark within my heart
this is how to rehearse
this is how to deconstruct
a broken epitaph
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