Stop the music

I switched off the music. For it was jangling against my live wounds.
I switched off the music. For it was singing praise of the enemy.
This beautiful noise
Is a curse
The noise and snapshot of a beautiful dream
A dream that felt like you were swaying on a boat
A boat that quivered in the autumn air
And an ugly ship that kicked a tumultuous wave
I switched off the music for I wanted to get off the boat
It kept swaying in my head.
My head against the red pillow.
My head the echo-chamber of painful sobs.
Interjected by the beat of hip-hop
Strung together in lilting sarangi
What is this beautiful accompaniment?
A boat that will not stop swaying in the wind.
I want to get off.

Stop the music.


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