beats

utter pungnant death of air
the stillness in my ear
i feel it crawling, under and inside my skin
all of it is full of fear

not a feather rustles, nor a leave has turned
its sticky-sweet syrup is settling in
the longer it sits, i know it will stay

i feel it burning, scratching into my head
its wretched distaste for life and love
a movement shudders, a note warbles
suddenly it turns its head

in a flash of lethargy it holds on tight
but its bonds are too brittle to hold
life bursts forth, a simple step

taken aback, it darts away
it shows its eyes to be plucked out
a heroic love, a wonderous deed
a bazaar of hope
selling horns of life

a wonderous feast
the table of life
many come and rejoice and eat
they kick up there feet and dance a storm
it blows away the dew

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