a rapid heart beats not against some tide imagined or other (wise); it beats not against some tide a-shore or inside. It beats for, despite its urgency, its speed, it needs to feeeeeeeel and the feeler needs feeling: to be felt. so, reach in inquire so, listen in inside so, quiet in invite the palpitation you feel is felt in a nation the palpitation you feel is the blessing of empathy of connection of sacred Twoness of the Olde amidst this newness. so, beat beat beat. beat beat beatbeatbeat beat The drum within beneath sun-dried skin is echoing against the ages and railing against nothing. It seeks feeling and hearing and blood... rushing home -ShhDragon (for Lillian Gaffney.)
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