It was a constant
thump- thump,
thump-thump,
thump-thump,
known only to a secret composer
the signature visible
in the dollhouse of dreams
outside the bubble and babble of birth.
Pulsing blue
broadcasting over spirited passageways
flooding into an endless maze
speeding toward the outer limits
and returning
time and time again.
It was at the heart
of the issue
the intense beating.
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