Harmony Heard DissonantA Poem by Max Meunierteetering so far above the pit of open mind blissed inside this ivory tower freely drinking of the sights and sounds in savory assay doting on remote invocations in scarcely tangible realms of outreach cries heard underwhelming transmuted through the mile's diminish our soul's erosion rising into the stark and stagnant air bitter cold molecules compressing caressing naught but restless distance harmony heard dissonant when painted by deadened pixels affixed beyond forbidden window fraught with infiltration as deemed so by this scant perception the spectrum all but slivered whittling away inflections leveling this lucent bow
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