Odd Nugget the drum

The drum plays itself.

It beats a steady cadence and stays in pocket, but no one listens.

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The drum plays itself red.

Amid chaos, chaotic, and in silence, serene, it settles into the rhythm of its surroundings.

Aphonic against a world of uncertainty, still, the drum drowns out the noise.

I plug my ears, yet I hear it. Insistent, it taps out its thudding tattoo. Relentless, it reminds, it affirms, it denies…

But, at sunset; as your lips touch my own, the drum skips a beat.

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