Euphor

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Harmony,
Caught between the twine-sea of words,
speckled coal-ink spires, among mountains, among breath, among time taking measured steps.
Balanced tightrope, circling, circling, circling within the eardrum;
a heart-pound of rhythm encased, shadow-entrance stressed syllables, lung-tempo, grace.
Filling the lungs, breathe, breathe, breathe in, release a catapulted symphony,
floating between foreheads and nasal cavities, free, frolicking, familiar.
Resonate, resurface, replicate;
feed the lines with energy, drag them down with sorrow.
Reach for lace-veins surround the heart, weave beneath the leaf-wind surface,
settle in head, home, heart, alleviate compromise.
Sound rhythm above slant-triangle rooftops, susurrate in the silence;
transpose a new heartbeat.

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