An invisible force
Like magnetism
Or gravity's
Endless tumble
A barricade
Of sound
Throbbing and low
In the room's
Pale miasma
A pen hovers
Over the glass table
A keyboard's
Buttons carved
Into the surface
Indent of purpose
Unlimited combinations
In a matrix
Of unreason
Open the book
Set the ledger
To a future date
Pull out the words
One by one
Yes. One by one. Lose the big note. We have to get out of our own way.
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