Jangling nerve ends, poking them with notes of
melody's rhythms, stepping on measures of expectancy.
Belittling no one, organizing life moments into etudes
of imagination.
Standing still in words on paper, yet agility and
movement canter down scores of metronomes of time,
beating energetically to forces of nature and it's life
on earth.
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