music whooshes blim n beck
runs past my handles up to my neck
flips off the edge of my hair
elevates my feet five feet in the air yes
bundles up energy packets
condenses smaller than a cubic centimeter
books it to the sides of my head
and slams me down on my ankles
scrubby, uncensored thinking motions
because the stones I see are blue gray
floofing around the squared walkway
music is in my way
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