Skipping
to the rhythm hidden
between
beats
they frolic in the chaos
gleefully welcoming portents of doom
Watching
while we desperately seek the meter
Submerged
Semiconscious and
Unaware we are the source,
we Whisper prayers for a purpose ... a skirt to cling to
while beseeching absolution for surrendering
to our baser selves
Without Consequence
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