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People Will Talk

I found my calling
In music playing under the radar
Of top forty stations,
I decoded secret messages,
Composed for my ten year old brain,
the lyrics of a gut wrenching song,
Melted like bittersweet chocolate
Into my frontal cortex,
Decoded every secret message of
Desolation that bound them
To the fragile, silver thread

And,
when they called,
I learned to listen
I listened to learn
how to tie luminous knots
in the silver thread
That pulled them through a dark hour