placed before the ballad

the abrogated playback of the mind's turntable
is nullified by the convening of slideshow melodies.
the needle's containment of the circling record,
and its behavior to cycle and recite,
is halted by the minutes of recognition-
a threnody scripted by lamenting hands,
for all pitiable forms of deploring to apprehend.
in eye-widening awareness,
we molt out hypnotized playback,
as our deduction is placed before the ballad.

the wind and the mist contort to fit
into the crevices of some ill-expressioned face,
who among the majority, pens the most lyrical of words,
molded to arrange into the holes of a flute.
its grimace appalls Arcadia,
but the depth of the quotes erects a home-
a home of frequent tranquility,
but still intermittent.
and so, the turntable operates again,
abrading the needle's tip, once more.