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Ether drum
Beating in our hearts
Loudly calling,
The blood rushes to and through
The amygdala, the hippocampus,
The striatum and the orbital cortex,
A provocative horde emerges
In circuits burning inward

Love sings
Encircling our minds like a halo,
The periapsis swings softly,
Unbalanced,
Wavering

Escape
No closure in historical romance,
Only sad and emasculated velocities
Racing prograde to extinction

2019sm