Harmony

the tiny rivulets

of narrow blue and

red pump through your

limbs like tireless

rivers of life and

your minutely twitching fibres

are

singing to each other

O what perfect symphony

this harmonious humming;

this melody of sharply indrawn breath,

feet pattering on tar,

hair so gentle on the shoulders,

and the orchestration of the rising sun.

this is you standing on

the very crest of the wave at

an infinitessimal moment in time,

before everything comes

crashing down to shore.

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