Impulse

Prologue

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No art can rest now
or ever for that matter
on what it has been.

The sun comes, the pain flees…
Today I’ll boogie down Broadway.
O come!- dance with me!
— Etheridge Knight

when i return home
to sleep the shadow of you
covers me with day.
— Sonia Sanchez

how can softer songs
come from drums subdued so long,
beating to exist?

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