Beat-less


Slower than usual.
Harder than usual.
It beats at a rate where it's almost visual.

There's nothing around it
nor in its content.
It's just sitting there
waiting for nothing to happen.

There is no gravity
but there is no cloud nine.
It just lingers there
conversating with time.

It's slowly caving in.
There's no ache.
There is nothing.

It's not looking forward
but there are no flashbacks.
It's just there.. frozen in time.

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