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Quarter half whole syncopated double-flagged staccato tied                                                                             inexorably to my music Andante legato allegro adagio vivace con moto tempo di                                                                       my life, spun in webs of notes Skating over frozen pools of syncopation, I watch the world                                                               through a golden mesh of rolling arpeggios Will I destroy? Thunder reverberates through feet into lungs as the pedals undulate                                                                            

we kiss under tilted polka-dot umbrellas brown and pink and blue on black the sidewalk dry with cracks, chapped lips we are invincible we scream our love into the frostbitten night and we are free. your hair in stormclouded pupils my blood pounds lust behind my eyes and I wonder can you see past me into me? if I had a reel to play that moment back, now replaced by the sting of fluorescent lights on a staircase deceitful hands intertwined; there are no stars here. we are broken porcelain swept under the rug shadowy imprints on the backs of my eyelids.