Sunday, October 17, 2010

Maqsoum

Beating it out on my bedpost
Three hundred times
The familar rythm echoes and soothes

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Three times ten is thirty
Thirty times ten is
Three zero zero
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Fuck.
Backwards.
Slow it down a second
Divide the rythm to singular heartbeats

teca
DUN
DUN
teca
tec
DUN
teca
tek

too slow to be comforting
kills the flow
ruins the math

Pause.
Breathe.
Focus.
Re-start.

If I make it to my goal
flawlessly
If I can go that long in perfection
If I can turn off the turmoil til I get there

Everything will be okay

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teca-DUN-DUN-teca-tek-DUN-teca-tek
teca-DUN-DUN-teca-tek-DUN-teca-tek

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