I died uneasily,
pursued on the edge of the bed,
restlessly searching.
Stay up late tonight,
pace, boots an impression
of the day I had a problem.
Maintain a watch on the music - it isn't
right, needle on the record,
tempo the heavy feel of despair.
The stylus, key to torment,
startled by another part of you.
Look again,
look again.
We have to dance.
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