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Groove

Move with the rhythm of the groove.

The goal is not to outrun it.

Maybe outlast it.

Never outcast it.

Or exist out past it.

Instead, feel each downbeat

As surely as we know our heartbeats.

Each syncopation a salutation to the body.

And we speak not with haste

Or desire to move along.

But with the deliberate pace

Of stirred body gyrating to soul song.


The beat is our metronome.

No ticking time bomb.

Let life come.

To the persisting voice of this drum.


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