Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The singer at the closed rooms

He twists
and shouts
and twists
and shouts
to the rhythm of one two one
three four bars in a minute
faster than the drapes on the walls
all shutting the lights away
faster than the claps, louder even
the singer at the closed rooms knows too well
that the sound of his voice never leaps beyond the walls of the room
never leaves the beat at
the dancer's heart.

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