Concerted

Exopeloton: outside the group
music scrawls inside 
on my cavern 
so it echoes into you

I fared better on the morrow
where bright calamities 
bridge true sentences
between covered beats

Song progression is meditation
as a live conformance 
initiates ears 
to melody minded mince

Diced dew cut the evening
glass water cannot shatter
the way a whine can;
crushed into real eye station