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Cut Throat Curiosity
I couldn't find my way back to the table
From the pumping of hundreds of bodies.
Stomping on the floor.
I could feel the joists' reverberating and bending
And I was sure that the
Joint was going down in a
Giant puff of smoke. But it stood.
The more the kids jumped up and
Down the more the house-bar
Seemed to grow in strength.
I tried to jump harder,
Hoping to be the final marking.
Making us all fall into a heap—
Making some news headline.
To no avail the house would not
Fail tonight. Confidence crept in
Creating trust with this
Ragged bar. Still the students went on pumping.
Surely they
Were not worried.
Oh, all that sweat and heart.
Where does it come from?
Scratch that.
Where does it go? Does it have to at all?
Without the sweat and heart this would just be an empty building.
Still I could not make my way back to the table so I just kept
Jumping. All these beautiful people..... So close.
So united and careless of one another.
Organized but not by any
Man made law. Just natural simplicity.
Still I couldn't find my way back to the table.
Fuck the table lets keep hollering out loud and
Dancing with wings and cutthroat curiosity.
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