rising. shifting. twisting through the beat. bobbing among a multitude but linked to only one. a pull from behind, a focus. the music. felt. Beauty and Spirit watched. magnetic. swaying. swimming. an arm's length uncrossable. it makes no sense to me. drawn, yet pulled apart. the past. scars. years. tears. an attraction to the music. the attraction to the beautiful. is it one feeding the other? or is there an equality of interaction? the producer and the receiver? the magnet and the simple metal so effected? or mortar and brick combined to create the whole? localized panic.
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