Rythm
As I close my eyes,
I can hear the music.
The sweet melody,
the violent rhythm,
repeating itself,
time and again.
From birth to death
we hear the song,
whispering faintly in our ear.
The sweetness lulling us to sleep,
the beat driving us forward.
I lay here
singing to myself,
that ancient song of old.
Hearing it completely
for the very first time.
My eyes are shut.
My breath deepens.
The music plays on.
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