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If I'm the tone where is my sound?

Where is the melody

That takes my notes into account?

Where are my verses to be found?

Remaining unsung -

Remaining unheard and aground.

If I'm the light, where is my flash?

A fragile glimmer glew,

Ablaze and burning to the ash.

Where is the flame that I adore?

Remaining unlit

Within the gloom forevermore.

Am I me - Where is my willing?

Am I real - Where is my dreaming?

Am I free - Where is my dreaming?

Am I dead - Where is my dying?

If I'm the word, where is my sense?

Where have the meanings gone

That frame confusion into tense

And save my phrases from pretense?

Remaining unread -

Remaining lacking in substance.

Venomed by this narrow fear.

Where are the voices

That channel every idea?

Whose promises are insincere.

Who'll bury me inside

This worthless shell that I revere?

Absence - I thirst for life

Absence - All my longing

Absence - An acquired waste

I'm nothing more than yearning.