Melodies streaming- coursing through the air around;
surrounding,
like ships sailing past in vast ocean: unordered, yet courses set.
Flag one down; Hop aboard; ride it like a current-
Listen.
Absorb; tunes bubbling up and filling your empty vessel like surf crashing against the sides of the ship-
Solid, yet ephemeral.
No limit to your journey-
Ship-hopping;
Catching melodies.
Oh- never to have written one, but to borrow and possess briefly, and forever!:
Able to turn back the clock with a rhythmic beat of a bass.
A borrowed ship, transport-
Providing an exodus from banality, flat existence, and inertia.
Beyond wingspan.
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