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Oct 2020
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I am a slave to the rhythm of my cosmic heartbeat
It is all I can do to sit here and philosophize
A puppet made of constellations, on a string,
Hanging in the ether,
Taking in light through the eyes
Being everything, that string swinging like a vine
Through space and time, revolving until the eyes grow wide
Free but always connected, back down the line
Tugged by the percussion
That beats far without and deep inside
Adrianna
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