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Routine

I count every beat,
Step, tick-tock.
I tap the counter,
Uneven nails and
Click my tongue.
Routine is good,
I whisper to barely hanging lights
It’s all just routine.
Routine is what keeps us
From doing things …
Crazy … things.
Like carving
A new face
With that pretty chefs knife …
Swirling along the blade
The way my brain
Spins in time
As
I count every beat,
Step, tick-tock.
I tap the counter,
With clack of that knife handle
And click my tongue.
No, no,
This will never do …
Just not …
Routine yet
Which keeps us
From doing things …
Nasty … things.
Like stringing up
That boy …
Maybe by the groin?
And running far away …

Today’s random word is excess (as in there is an excess of crazy in this piece), provided by the random word generator

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It Beats in Perfect Time

WordPress Daily Prompt – Percussive

Your soul is a percussive instrument, beating and vibrating, keeping time with the wants and needs bouncing through your mind. You’re projecting, sending pulsing signals out into the world with every move you make, vibrations in colored solar flares to tell every soul what you seek, what they can help you find. We constantly meet and crash, impressing on one another the desires of each other. When my soul met yours it beat so perfectly in tune, moving in beat exactly with mine, complementing every move we made. There was no moment, no hesitation, only total realization. You were part of me and I was part of you, there’s never been another way it could be. Your soul is a percussive instrument and it beats in perfect time with mine.


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