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the tiny people dancing in my mind
The people whisper and dance,
hear a song of incandescent flowers
swaying with the wind,
my blood coils to the resolute rhythm;
skin vibrating to restless hums,
mouth watering to the beat
watch my feet sit obediently
on the street of solemn sounds;
profound is my head as the dancing parades
through my skull
and the sound echoes...
of tiny beings
seeing none other than the fleeting secretion of music notes
following the notes of the beating;
And though my body aches,
shakes her pores,
to join those swaying figures
beyond the doors of mine own mind;
Instead I'll sit and smile,
such a mild suggestion
Instead my legs sit firmly in place,
adhering restlessly to empty faces
pacing restlessly from empty spaces;
But dance my fingers do,
tap to a nuzzled beast,
and my brain feasts and lives and dreams there.
hear a song of incandescent flowers
swaying with the wind,
my blood coils to the resolute rhythm;
skin vibrating to restless hums,
mouth watering to the beat
watch my feet sit obediently
on the street of solemn sounds;
profound is my head as the dancing parades
through my skull
and the sound echoes...
of tiny beings
seeing none other than the fleeting secretion of music notes
following the notes of the beating;
And though my body aches,
shakes her pores,
to join those swaying figures
beyond the doors of mine own mind;
Instead I'll sit and smile,
such a mild suggestion
Instead my legs sit firmly in place,
adhering restlessly to empty faces
pacing restlessly from empty spaces;
But dance my fingers do,
tap to a nuzzled beast,
and my brain feasts and lives and dreams there.
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