Tag: drum
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Rest
With many a pattered strum and thrum, The silent man spoke with his well worn drum. Limber fingers did tap, smooth nails did scrape. Into me the percussive language did drape. 146 words.
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Ain’t This Some Shit
The dream started as dreams do, with much theoretical randomness made manifest in shapes, sounds, and colors that have as much meaning as white noise. I knew it for what it was and allowed myself to bounce along the glittering and the spiraling with all that glorious Mad Hatter air. But there was a sense…