Pulse


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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