In between the lines
I sit cross legged and watching
Patiently kinetic
curious
The pressure mounts
champagne
bursting
I sit between the lines
and watch for my opening
to reach through
to
the lines
and pluck them, listening
for a tune
the assemblage of tones that
connect
where the lyrics bind
and words are kind
where brutal honesty
doesn't hurt.
I am here...
still
between the lines.
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