Part 3
We are all party
to a 24/7-workout gymnasium
of conventional and sometimes
unconscious habits
in the exercise
of replicative manners.
We tend to repeat
until it is ingrained
and unconscious
as part of our lives.
We are rarely
the tea ceremony
of every second
shared with each other
that does not then fall prey
to the phenomenology
of an event status
as our experience
would account for it
and thereby dismissible
from the cynical choir within.
Every second has a new voice
but the lyrics of familiarity
leads to a chorus
unconsciously sung.
Luckily melody has soul
and rhythm has heart
and we are all destinies
of song writers
to sing our own works
until the spirit rises
from the chamber of within.
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