The world is my playground
I play the music out of
Many hearts and minds clashing
Then comes a high pitched note
Decreasing in volume until
Silence reigns and all is still...
Waters cease to move but on
The surface is reflected
The diaphanous movement
Of hearts and minds
Confabulating, weaving
In and out, throbbing...
Circles overlapping
My hands never resting
My heart not skipping
Beat upon beat until
Silence reigns and the world
Ceases to be my playground...
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