Old Rhythm
old rhythm makes
boredom dissipate
and helps smiling to
be fun
something about that
static brewed in makes
me hunger for more until
i sneeze tears of emotional
nostalgia
i close my eyes and imagine myself
on a ride with baxter and the gang
on the other side of a dream come true
and the latest scene of amazement
two minutes and some change later,
when old rhythm ends, another follows,
and i am the happiest butterfly in
captivity using the net as a makeshift
hammock
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