let the beat build

a definite retreat of
much to ponder
many laughs
between sky and sand
headstands and half of
moby dick
under the ocean's
reflectionate
blue counterpart
flipping horseshoe
crabs (writhing bending
prehistoric muscles)
a rescue, we hope
soul meets body
whoops that inspection's
expired two years ago
but the "reverb's
connected to this chord"
she exclaimed
bouncing and
the music building
driving in a
bubble of sound.

we were that car,
blasting anthems
strangely timeless
at street corners

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