Yes, I am Haunted, and So I Drum...

Late at night when the moon is full

And the computer screen dark

And all is still

But the Aeolian wind

I drum

Wild, pounding, primal, mad rhythms

It is my exorcism

And perhaps someday

Hours into the night

Sitting at the screen

Bleary eyes

You will look away to rub them

And momentarily disengaged

If you are very quiet

You will hear my beat...



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