My theory of my feelings
Is that they're like a little choral group
Always playing in the background
A band that rehearses
Two or three times a week
In the back of a church or store
I mean they move with the music
Unaccountable streams of inflection
That work magically on the body
The smile rushing up from the pulse
The scowl settling down in the bones
I go to all their concerts
Sometimes I'm completely confounded
By the new music they play
Sometimes I'm completely found
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