my life's become not unlike the space
between the needle and the groove
the air that lingers there between the stab
and the utter urge to move
spinning round without a sound
i exist betwixt to disappear
that i may cease and then release
some magic for your ear
some trap or trick that you might pick
by which to dance and jive
and there between awake and dreams
is where i keep you alive
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