Past the decorative niche of daring dreams
I wind up the spiraling stairs, spent in my soul.
Somewhere above sits a bed of unburdening
where oblivion awaits my arrival at day’s end.
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- A. Monk
- “Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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