where's my head, heart and hands?
my heart sits in my chest, rooted,
profoundly beating up my veins,
waiting for my head to gently chuckle
in resonance to the rhythm.
resting straight above,
yet how far does pulse have to travel?
what's the tone, the vibration
my one, multiple bodies
contribute to the rhythm of the world?
let my hands be the ones
pacing the drums that make us run in circles.
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