Frisson.

Kaleidoscope my mind.
I am one and I am many.
The beats and swaying motions creep up my back,

like the moonlight in my dreams,
a finite moment of rushing melodies.
Bumps speaking braille, mapping my body like a track.

Catalyse my catharsis.
I am no one and I am myself.
Carry my spirit up, shake my skin like a thunder crack.

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