Here is like a song
drum beat pulsating
biting at emotion
summoning heat from beneath clothing
Here i s like a writhing rhythm
one to dance
jiggle, move
stand up with fist in air or lay down
single water drop horizontally cascading
over mountain cheeks
and ashen lips
Here is rhythm and verb
impulsed to spring
up like ganja weeds
to cut down like militia
to blame to punish
to celebrate to honor
Here is never stagnant or stale
there will be no collected pool of water
settled over old sediment
imaginations reign
one hundred and eighty foot tree
dance sway like
excited tiny toes seek the climb
branches til apex becomes tangible
here is like a song
hip hop
indie
jazz
beat drops
and all else follows.
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