even when sounds are happening at extreme random
if there are enough of them happening
enough times
something like a cadence does emerge
there is a cadence of capitalism
a frantic cadence
a cliff of death
we all live in terror
there is no life
Musings
Hating the word cadence
The person next door incessantly playing
what can only be described as an oboe
I think multiple people are playing different oboes
I like it here. Tucked between organic music.
Sometimes another neighbor picks up a guitar, i pick up a guitar
I'm always singing and I'm sure they can hear me.
Talking to you, practicing my poems
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