I feel a rhythm in my heart
That wasn't there last night as I wrote fluid,
It's almost like the rustling and bustling of waves
Deep within my soul that cannot be measured
Cannot be quantified, cannot be qualified by words
Neither can it be quantitative, as it cannot be calculated
Unequivocal is the volume the rhythm speaks
From within, my heart beats
Almost in anticipation of the squeak in the distance
An adjective, an adverb, an adjunction...
It feels like it's ascending....
Brimming as if clambering....
Never knew he was listening!
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