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Poetry

For the Record

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Record scratch, flip to side B,
Unknown songs that are a part of me,
Fresh sounds and unusual beats,
I’m tapping my feet,
This change of tune,
It came so soon,
Where was the crossfade,
The suspension of self,
Thrown into a genre of difference,
Leaves me losing every sense,

But the beat resonates,
The tempo complicates,
And I nod my head,
Tap the table,
Bounce my leg,
A new sound that I’d searched for,
Beyond a horizon I never saw,
Side B on repeat.