Bump 

I want to build a statue

In honor of the great person

Who first heard the rhythm

in the pounding

stone against stone

And thought

(did not think)

I’m going to move like how that feels;

I guess

That’s what the white buds

nestled in every ear

and the cords

raining down from every head

really are

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