I can hear the beat pulsating around me.
Just hearing it at first,
Not exactly listening,
My attention focused on more,
As I like to say:
“Quote, unquote, important things.”
But I can't seem to resist the luring rhythm,
My mind beginning to wander towards the sound,
Drifting away from the paper before me.
I don't even realize within my daze,
All the questions forming within my head.
Some rhetorical, others not.
Some I simply can't answer for myself.
From where exactly has this music floated,
And why should my ears be the ones it makes such an impression upon?
I long to discover the answers
Yet recognize such impossibilities.
Will I regret not seeking the origins of this sensual beating of the music,
Which so greatly affect the beating of my heart?
Perhaps I shall but nevertheless,
I must return to my world of pens and paper
And indulge in the words set out before me.

10/18/2003

Posted on 10/19/2003
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