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In
unobvious
unimagined
un thought of
How the hell did it get there places
Down the street
From ordinary
The bottom of coffee cans
In shoes
Between rhythm
and blues
Dark corners
Fuzzy memories
Dreams that slip
Away
Returning
Half as vivid
And twice as moving!
igniting a switch
the kind that which
has never been heard
or been seen
or been smelled before
Spending time
writing reason and rhyme
during thinking season
noses to the floor
Searching
Just searching...
For locks that mate
the key
And maybe lost treasure
explodes from our mouths
And maybe doors
lock to keep us out
And maybe skeletons
in closets make
way for new wordrobes
Or maybe not...
Maybe we spend time
thinking of rhyme
for wrong reasons
Words are pleasin'
only to those who hear them
or see them
What about beat?
stomping of feet
clapping of hands
Percussion bands
Made from red knees
and shoes with more
soul than
James Brown and the King!
Put together
It's humanity
In united tribal harmony
That's the key
That's the reason
That's the --
Stop
And Listen
Your heart is beating
Your heart is beating
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