Sound drops clean, without an echo
Floor absorbs the tremors.
Gathered pulse grows slowly stronger,
And we await the next.
Every sense strains for perception,
Every instant lengthens.
Patience wanes as intermission
Clutches our existence.
Floor absorbs the tremors.
Gathered pulse grows slowly stronger,
And we await the next.
Every sense strains for perception,
Every instant lengthens.
Patience wanes as intermission
Clutches our existence.
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