Rushing along the edge of night, listening to melodies and
writing poetry in fast-paced rhythms that suddenly slow way
down so notes can catch up then run faster into the air.
A fascinating beat that takes happiness on a joy ride, get-
ting louder and faster, taking intellect into levels of
other dimensions with a feeling of energy building inside.
Dancing faster, keeping up with rhythms, waiting for them
to stop suddenly, yet they keep going faster, as if they're
never going to stop, then they do.
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