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Heart

Amidst pepper-fainted plumes

I felt the beating of drums emerge from chests.

To be there, to be now. To be urgent

through architecture outlined across rain and whispers.

~ position body ~

In asking to prove directly and to form a shield.

I will always blink to a vision of light.

Beating across skeletal relationships.

Bottles of milk. Bottles of baking soda and water.

 

The lines of scatter and spread

reflect the lines of converge and amass.

Dark clouds pour into those made lighter.

Breathe. The rate is an acceleration.

 

In a deeply troubled city there is a deeply entrenched situation.

And from it the emergence through cries and fists.

It’s electric the exhalations beyond a single body.

But the single bodies give an image to those single beating hearts.

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