Barren of locks, I have ninety-nine keys
Flat as paper, sharp as nails
Notes that singe, chords that freeze
Dichotomy of possibility stretches all degrees
Boundless ideas set wind to sails
Barren of locks, I have ninety-nine keys
This burst of life a victimless disease
Joy and beauty this feeling entails
Notes that singe, chords that freeze
Puddles metamorphose into seas
Tiny minnows evolve into hulking whales
Mind envisions, heart agrees
Sands tick away like leaves in the breeze
Facts begin to erase the details
Fiery notes singe, icy chords freeze
The fleeting spark shakes me, such a tease
As fantasy erodes, reality prevails
Barren of locks, I have ninety-nine keys
Notes that singe, chords that freeze
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I love the metaphors and the imagery in this writing.
"Sands tick away like leaves in the breeze"
I like the line "Dichotomy of possibility stretches all degrees, Boundless ideas set wind to sails, Barren of locks, I have nintey-nine keys"
I think this is a really great poem.
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