At the center
of everything
there is a beat-
of a heart
of a drum
that carries all life.
It all moves,
fluxes, and flows.
a waltz, then a foxtrot.
It doesn't matter,
it's all the same-
same life force, same song.
I, too, hear that music,
and so I dance.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
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