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Broken Hallelujah
Compose thyself
No secret cord,
No marble arch,
No harpist’s tune.
By myself
Intrude the dark;
No vict’ry march,
No ties to break.
What’s real?
Cries in the night,
Broken throwns -
Let me prove,
Drawn from lips;
Composed of lies.
Shoot me first.
Forget the light.
Whom will fall
To cold moonlight?
Love’s holy music
Overthrown.
No secret cord,
No marble arch,
No harpist’s tune.
By myself
Intrude the dark;
No vict’ry march,
No ties to break.
What’s real?
Cries in the night,
Broken throwns -
Let me prove,
Drawn from lips;
Composed of lies.
Shoot me first.
Forget the light.
Whom will fall
To cold moonlight?
Love’s holy music
Overthrown.
Published 15th Nov 2015
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I enjoyed the short fragmented lines in this piece. It cut like shattered glass. The whole is there if you're willing to fill in the pieces. Thanks for sharing this.
