word soup nutritious with Muse riff serendipitous
(every heartbeat is a signal song-every pulse has chorus-
even when connections seem thin and vague and tenuous
stretch those memory muscles to when you were most marvelous
ReKINDLE the spark that leads you in to fires,and
open your i/pod into creative mind associations where
leaps of imaginative exercises riff with Golden Visions
What you see is what you make-ahead of you are Islands
wherein and within and on you can ponder solitude among
all who also pilgrimage to sound and image to weave a melody or three
and leap the silences between with scat notes of harmonies
You are jazz best when no safety net beneath-string impossible notes
in ascending chords to Heavens only glimpsed at yet
Fractal fragments of a momentary epiphany haunt you most when
you release all you know and take the A train to Z/land
Where you have never been before is where it is best to be
You are jazz.You are music.You are poetry.You are free!
FOR WORDJAZZ/ RESURRECTING!
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