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Marking time.

Marking time to a beat

With no heart Is hard.

Expending new energy

To go nowhere.

Unmotivating rhythm

Binds me to old places.

The journey then

Isn't to find new beats

But new hearts to beat feet to.

That makes the march

Worth trying. The rhythm

Worth moving forward to.

I lost my beat's heart.

Some days, I feel my heart's beat.

Other days I feel no heartbeat.

But then there are days,

If I really listen, I hear heart in the beat;

The only difference now is the rhythm.


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