Dissonance and melody compete for the gifts
Of the potent Muse of bleak nightmares and bright dreams.
The beating heart of wild poetry and jazz riffs,
Is a constant fusion of light and dark, it seems.
The gnarled black dog of depression gives birth
To pure white cherubim and seraphim of joy.
When we're wounded, we can measure beauty's true worth.
Praised be the visions, the sensations and the voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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