This ancient drum, pounding anew
samples the past into a fresh song,
where old melodies and original rhythms belong,
melting down my core, forging me into something new.
Fear and longing beat a tattoo,
weaving into a bassline of torturous wrong
while prosaic life drudges me along
in this suffocating absence of you.
Redemption pirouettes on the periphery where my mind reaches.
You jitterbug through my memory;
possibilities of us dance the Charleston on beaches,
lonely, low-tide beaches stretching out to where the sea should be.
The vast expanse of emptiness preaches
your inevitable ebb from me.
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Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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