Poetry - Social Climax Book pg. 73


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Music pumps through my veins.

I breathe it through my lungs into my brain.

I hear it when I sleep in a dream.

I see it in the food I eat, a natural high.

Yes! I'm addicted to the creative impulse.

Within my system that helps me channel.

A fine expression of wisdom, we close like family blood.

Sometimes we get wild and thug,

or be cool as mud.

Circulating invisible sound waves,

that help many change.

Calming that urge of stress,

We fight hard to maintain.


Written By: Troy Legette

January 22, 2002

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