It's not a stillness, really,
but the noise fading into something else.
I am the forgotten beat in the rush,
the space between clashing symbols,
drowned out but unbroken.
They circle around me,
a frenzy of flashes,
their words sparks,
their bodies electric with purpose -
all moving, all wanting,
but I am the breath between their sighs.
I don't belong to...
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