Drums

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Bounding from it's skin restraint,

pounding 'gainst wash walls constraint.

Resounding through from tile to beam,

loud as laughter, soft as dream.

Vibrant in it's ancient tones,

re-incarnate through timeless clones.

Life resounding in it's beat,

time rebounding in defeat,

reason sounding the hollow dark,

living pounding against it's bark

Vibrant in it's ancient play

swallowing trappings of to-day.

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