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Feet leave the floor in drumbeat-timed pulses Sandwiched by giants, I undulate there At zenith I glimpse, the lead singer’s hair Crowd-bound congested, controller convulses Unobserved passenger bobs in the air Feet leave the floor in drumbeat-timed pulses Sandwiched by giants, I undulate there World is all movement on giant-jump trusses Weird carousel in need of repair Invisible rider evading the fare Feet leave the floor in drumbeat-timed pulses Sandwiched by giants, I undulate there At zenith I glimpse, the lead singer’s hair
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Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 4:46 AM UTC
Short poems on being short - Concerts
Feet leave the floor in drumbeat-timed pulses Sandwiched by giants, I undulate there At zenith I glimpse, the lead singer’s hair Crowd-bound congested, controller convulses Unobserved passenger bobs in the air Feet leave the floor in drumbeat-timed pulses Sandwiched by giants, I undulate there World is all movement on giant-jump trusses Weird carousel in need of repair Invisible rider evading the fare Feet leave the floor in drumbeat-timed pulses Sandwiched by giants, I undulate there At zenith I glimpse, the lead singer’s hair
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Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 4:46 AM UTC
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