Drops of dancing light
Waves of dark, deep beneath
Break into a buzzsaw
Pounding, repeating
Primal rhythmic sense appeal
Aggressive cutting, harmonies
searing,
Even the piano
lurks.
A beaming wavering light emerges,
dodges and dips, then fades
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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