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the music room

September 18, 2016

souls blend to the sound of caresses,
the tunes of shared space

the moments when the room turns sacred,
when lost lions run rampant
across the ceiling,
and dragons uncoil and fly through the funk,
and time slips out through the cracks in the walls
off to trouble some other places with its illusions

a hand, a mouth,
a chiming of strings,
a thumping of heartdrums

and what will change in this one or that one,
or what will change between them,
inspiring even as it humbles

a pause, always a pause,
then the music again,
the music always starts again

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