Oh my goodness
Not drums as chronometer to set a pace over which to talk about guns and how they might sound. Drums as - and is and are - guns. In a sometimes hurry, like martial order breaking into a scared run. They sputter.
Voices learn - or do not, at their own peril - to catch up. They stutter.
I'm not going forward...
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