Lie flat with your ear to the cement and listen to the heartbeat of this town this town this place of placelessness this never-ending passage through students passing through passing through like the train that passes through but leaves no track beyond the trap trap trap like a drum we come and go to the beat beaten to the ground we have beaten the ground trapped it under the cement so that our cars may pass through this trap set by the train tracks I hear the tracks trapped in my head like a never-ending soundtrack But when I kneel down and listen through the noise I hear a seed fighting through cement cracks If God loves the soil we will break through
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This makes me smile.
I could hear it! Great!