"Fragments"

"There was Jazz music playing in the background,

Trumpets and trumbones.

I heard the bittersweet melody of the saxophones.

But it was not a happy day

it was my dying day.

on these streets of new orleans,

my murderer was watching me."

"A lonely TEAR fell down her face,

she longed for his embrace,

but all she now had left

was a torn and fading photograph."

"Touch without collision",

it is a given,

how the mind can react,

to fiction or to fact.

When all the pieces come undone,

visions of the sun.

When all the stars align,

distance without time.

I chase a faltering dream,

into the unseen,

unto the unknown,

where angels turn to stone.

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