Well here it is
a moment of silence
and then an eruption of sonic booms
coming from within the walls of sonic rooms
drum beats and drumming fingers
itchy emotions and bomb triggers
paint peeling off the walls
and dreams plastered inside garages
mirrored poems and old books
scattered pages and burning trees
old friends and shaking knees
little wonders and violent scenes
from movies that haven't been written
dribbling from the mouths and moods
of trapped slaves who have been bitten
by dusty journals and journeys
repeated in dj sets and sports bets
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Very nice! Thank you for sharing your gift.
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