Paradiddle, Flam
A percussive melody
Sinew flexing and bending
The long trained memory
Hickory chips float
just outside of gravity’s reach
Sticks are blurring, purring
Tearing the air in two
Faster and Faster
The sweat begins to pour
The metronome ticks
The finely crafted watch inside his head
Practice
Till knuckles no longer bleed
Till sticks no longer fail
Till the beat,like arrows, hit every single mark
Till the frustration of the limitations are slowly tapped away
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