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Pulse
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Older Yawning in a chair, you can tell what kind of life this is.
The influx of lights imagined underwater
Has affected the contradiction of monotony and determination.
Stubbornness wins through in the end with the repetition
Of a clanging, industrial, metal on metal bang which can’t be stopped.
The feeling makes one feel out of place.
It’s not uncomfortable, it has nothing to do with social dealings.
It’s physical awareness. Invisibility.
Transparent and heavy and time cannot speed up.
It’s almost done, but not quite yet.
Sounds are not a bother like they once were.
Companionship is a temporary distraction as the heat increases.
Coincidentally, this heat corresponds with that sound.
It slows and decreases in intensity for a moment,
Resuming its catatonic state presently.
