there is a beauty to the simplicity of the monotone,
the sound that cascades around my head
like a one man marching band
with all the extras and all the frills
the silence that follows
and then the reverberation of decay
so long down the assonance
derelict through the dissonance
and cut off through the sheer volume
that surrounds
there is nothing here but to remind me
and i can't let it go
sounds echoing round to the beat of the bells
ringing and chiming infinitely in a circle like motion
circumventing all feeling and emotion
and creating a new state of mind
there is nothing i want more
then the simplicity of the monotone
the silence between
the resting of the mind
letting it all go, just to remember it all again
polyphonic in nature, lonely is the sound
cast against the backdrop of humanity
in the darkest of ways
shun and frowned upon
nobody wants to know
here comes the monotone, reach out and feel
simple, basic, beautiful
there is naught better
the monotone is my friend
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