Altruism (limited quantities)

The rhythm carries on
with successions into silence
stepping toes a hopping
nails on the bite
facing into knuckles
white teeth shift in movement
on a story for every tongue
till the legs can hold no more
and the weight becomes a tarry
is music fit here to lift the soul
are songs all brought to trodden
where the love is lost in haste
too many hearts on the cuff
not enough anything alone
leaving humanity
to prowl.

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