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Music

by  The Walrus

Posted: Friday, August 29, 2003
Word Count: 80




Into the body it reaches deep
Mocking vain hope of sleep.
Upon the soul it draws
All sense of reason falls.
Upon susceptibility it plays
Daring me into wanton ways.
Its racing beat excites
Leaving me with tingling bites.
The mind's chattering it soothes
The seat of reason it moves.
Unbridled dancing it inspires
Stoking the unquenchable fires.
It connects to the core
Leaves me begging for more.

Music of the world
The inhabitance
Of your domain
Renders me slain.