the distance

You know the moment?

Something has pulled you out of the beat, and suddenly, you are outside the rhythm…
a fly upon the back of the homunculus born of the magical alembic

you breathe
but alone

and so, you move
groping about
long before realizing something has happened

you pick up your drum
and realize
you can’t hear the 1

the language of the fire has changed since you spoke it
what feels like eons ago

having chased the beat in the past
you consider whether the chase is worth repeating

you stand
simply noticing
where you stand
and listen
to the beat
fade into the distance

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