Relative Something

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If it weren’t so popular
I’d think I’ve missed out
except deep down
I know better
the shouting gives away
the utterly obvious
especially after the yelling stops
there is a bouncing, longing look
a memory of jumping fun
spastic laughter in playful unabashedness
dripping with genuine dance moves
of what it feels like to be four
for days on end
while all the shit that doesn’t really matter
riles those who give it their attention
and spirits stumble
yet nature waits
patiently
for us to notice
that conventional thinking
misses the point
and if any are made to suffer
we are all diminished
and harmony is delayed
a function of our neglect
blissful perfection
taken for granted
music
not heard

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