Once
Involved
In spiritual
Endeavors
Transition 
Of survivors
In mutual
Dread
To pounce

Recalling
A tune.
Easier
Than quoting
A poet?
Do composers
Know to wit
Expressing
Lazier
A boon
Enthralling?

Music of a culture
Protects and is a nurture
To the languages
That are a suture
To an evolving future

A song
Stays 
Alive
When unplayed
We strive
Say “ who plays?”
A tune, so long

After
Generations
Newbies
Stand staid
Seek groovies
Lilting reparations
From an old composer

A turtle
Is armored
Long lived
Not easily harmed
Yet not eternal

Volumes
In a library
Are 
Virgins
Who can care
What’s literally
Their grooms

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The powers
That be
Endeavor
To figure a way
However
We can't agree
Seed or flowers

The kiss of death
Will reach your lips
The mind can't stay
Your body slips
It’s out of breath

Now you’re
Upside 
Downed
Ready to play
An eternal sound
Did you slide
Into some future?

Neither by
Steel
Nor Barbedwire
I am kept
By eyeglasses
Swept
No desire
To feel
Seen by a spy