Through the soft gym floor
the young boy
senses
adults, shuffle, fear a threat,
try to keep kids calm
They sing, they stomp
"we will rock,"
refrain opens
spaces in the room.
a whispered note
hands him control,
he holds
power chords formed to
warm his limbs and
slow his pulse and
calm his thoughts until
he knows,
forever,
He chooses Music.
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