and your bones feel like mallets
pounding out a rhythm on your skin
stretched tight over the head of a drum
and you press your hand to the glass
and the blood fills your lungs
and your heart pumps the light
that spills out through your eyes
and you see the buildings swing by in sync
blurred on the edges, swaying, dancing in time
to the rhythm of your life
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3 comments:
this is why you're a good writer. these are some of my favorite pieces.
thanks. it's how i felt driving into tokyo in the bus from the airport. i was listened to the same song today in my cube that i did during that ride and it reminded of the feeling of the awe of the outside finally aligning with the desire to be awed inside.
travel is good for that. i like it.
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