sacred ensemble

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Gen ¦ for TheGhostInTheMachine, outlookpark ¦ 200 words ¦ 2023-07-31 ¦ Personal Poetry

Orchestra, Haiku, Spirituality

An old one, on a whim.

Chapter 01: initial [2023-03-05]
Chapter 02: iteration [2025-10-28]


above the first chair
the conductor's podium
gateway to heaven


cacophony of sight and sound
watching the same stick for its motion in time
we all must breathe together

even if we are reticent. even if we are recalcitrant.

we never point fingers, say i'd never breathe with him.

we don't begrudge each other the music, of course. how could we? it's just a human thing.

it's just a human thing, and then it's something more. the transcension; we don't even realize how magical--

because we don't realize that these spiritual things can be so commonly placed. each note, on a beat. each sound, on a seat.

we're crept to the edges, to get closer to you. to the conductor? to the audience? you.

the center. we want to get there. we're pushing past each other, with each other, through each other, to get to you.

i'm not talking about god. i know god's listening too. i'm talking about you, my dear friend. you.

this sacred ensemble, gathered to hear the music of the title drop. giving it to each other without a question, without a thought.

no matter the mangled entrances. no matter the ever-trodden theme.

everybody hears heaven.