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Beats

The song of the drum
dulled by shrieking guitars
and random notes on keyboard
splendor lost in punk.
Beats,
bass notes
in a monotonous song,
sung in one pitch.
A punch
hits in the gut,
pain
feels like beauty.
Sweat,
as arms move,
a frenzied blur,
concentration on rhythm and sound.
Clash of static
interrupts the beats
marking out the measures,
useless.
The pulsation
ripples through your mind, body and soul
eats away at your consciousness
until you fall away into the cradle of tempo.
Life is but a dream.

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