I Heard Your Music

Playing,
in the sweetness of the night.
And I saw what you were saying
though I don’t think you are right.

The floor – washed blue
with lasting tunes –
was moving through
your fierce platoons.
And dancing clones
that stayed your side,
in monotone –
sang sad lullabies.

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