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a note




as my fingers dance across the drum,

and my beliefs flee in the patter,

I will seek to join the music,

until at last, I hear a solitary note,


a steady note —

so beautiful,

and I will swirl to this melody,

in motionless rapture


for there is nowhere to go,

and there is nothing to know —

there is only here

in this eternal embrace.


- by Lyman Ditson


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