The day the beats were in sync

I recall sat on that spouting foam chair

That was like some hound wagging its tounge

One ear pricked toward the racing

The other ear warmed by the sun

Beams crept in

smiled then left

Showing up the dust of the place

Sensing the flow

I was lost it took hold

Through short little thumps to the face

Stereo'd speakers and treasured chests

Hours silent as two as one

Skipped and hopped internal jumps

Aorta never have known