by Rachel Hoyt
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High above the beat of love
which tells the feet to dance,
Atop the spine that can't unwind
unless stuck in a trance,
Near the ears which strain to hear
proof of justice in life,
Behind the eyes where wisdom spies
at karmic joy and strife,
There is a place where thoughts find space
to thicken into guilt,
Where reason calls selfishness treason
and concern for justice is built.
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