Quarter Note

Location

I am half of a half, and as I pass, fade into a haze of classy ebony and alabaster.

Not circular, but elliptical, as an unbroken egg would be.

Endless valleys and jagged cliffs are witness to my presence.

But, my composition is relatively simple.

 

Tale-less, I wrestle for an advantageous position, in a realm of narrow lines.

To be the most accentuated is an honor, a privilege.

However, as time continues on, I am easily forgotten.

In the end, I always linger.

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