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Red Rhythm (II)

Red Rhythm, up-beat tempo!
That sand King stands King and sings
"Love a'int what I thought!
Love a'int what I got,
so I'll have it not."
He turned away from the day.
While the moon pulls the sheets off the sand
in a foamy back-walk, the waves talk and splash
"Love, Breath...
Love, Breath...
People power through an hour, a lover
stops to rest, and turn down the volume,
still tapping on her desk.

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14 Jul 08

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 — technomancer

People power through an hour?
hmm, interesting line...

strange cadence, too, but i'm
tapping on my desk.
: )
 — fractalcore