The rhythm of my fists
Drown the distances
Between disparate infinities.
The whisper of wood
Against my relentless impulse.
We all seek to destroy
The moments bridging events.
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I kneel before the invisible
A precise hum to drown
The denizens inside my head.
Another hit of creation,
Another dose of detachment
Years of anguish emit
A capsizing refrain
And I am only me
Same as I ever was.
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