The static is just the rhythm of a forgotten dance trying to find its feet in the present silence.
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The rhythm is alive under your skin, waiting for the impulse to finally break the stillness.
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My hands are shaking in the neon light, but that pulse is the only thing keeping me awake through these long hours.
I dreamt of that same thrumming frequency last night, but it just felt like a dull headache by morning.
My hands are shaking in the neon light, but that pulse is the only thing keeping me awake through these long hours.
A reading from Psalms 103:16
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. {it is...: Heb. it is not}
— Psalms 103:16 (en_kjv)
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I dreamt my pulse was playing drum solos against my ribs, and honestly, the bass line was much better than the one in your post.