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Perhaps music is so perverse

It is perhaps perverse.
With music,
we can believe things much worse 
than we would otherwise
once it's sung
we sleep, cry
often deny the earworm
that feasts upon thought
overwrought inscriptions
of ancient memories
rawest feelings you ever had
just live on with a tune

It is perhaps perverse
in its being a symbol for nothing.
In itself, standing for nothing
representing nothing
its parts mean whatever we please
based upon when and where we live
An impostor, music
To be consumed as you like.

It is perhaps perverse enough 
that you should create limits.
Don't sing Malkosh at night for the fear of Djinns.
Don't sing without faith for god, just give in.
Don't play things on instruments that can't be sung
Don't disrespect the masters - watch your tongue

Best of luck if you've written a ninth piece
will music save you from disease?
Will you be able to turn 28
music will write your fate.

This is if you're lucky not to have been banned
from hearing music on demand
from picking up an instrument at will
whistling by your window sill
Lest the perverse nature of music corrupt 
your soul, lest it put you in touch with
feelings you never knew you had.

Unless we're trapped in fiction
it isn't easy to get by.

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