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Death and jazz

I think of you and wonder ’bout    
death and cycles    
dawns or sunsets    
   nightmares    
doors    
bliss    

It’s all mixed up    
blended into amorphous impressions    

Unseen thoughts
                  right here
Old jazz inside my head

Music fused with closure
maybe also melancholy
or serenity

Is it freedom or tragedy
across the boundary?

I think ’bout me and wonder
dawns or sunsets

Is it only jazz inside my head?


_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-X-MMXV

This jazzy poem got inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans and Björn’s words at dVerse Pub’s Open Link Night #159.

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