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[title] => On A Quarter Notes Wage
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[bodytext] => With drum circles and stories that never end. This capsule of time replays the same song. Never skipping a beat as the hearts of man thrum along. Pitter patter, songs from the fifer. marching headlong in this abstract war. These series of plays, an actors guild of entropy. Lost on old lines in languages that are seldom spoken. Falls on tone deaf orchestras, brass in the back hanging with the sharps of the scene. Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By". You played it for her, you can play it for me. Old lines, old films, just rinse and repeat. I once spoke these words when I was but a child, that I have been here before! These words still haunt my days, like a deja vu that will never end. Advice from the elders telling me I am on the right path. The heavens showing me symbols of gods in triangles, lights from a dying star. More unanswered answers, more drum circle beats. Tell me again the point of all this ruckus. What was my line again. To survive for the final chapter, for the stars to align this night. Humming these doldrums on old scraps of hieroglyphics. Lost paintings torn by a lovers scorn. All I know is that we are all still here. The cd still plays with a few minor skips. The jukebox still plays with just one kick. On a quarter notes wage. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 391 [topic] => 73 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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