Disconcerted Calm

This silent lacuna feels like a nostalgic déjà vu

Remember when this apathy we went through?

Intent stares are wandering off into faux eternity

Five seconds feels like an aeon with a disability

The repeat performance with a sobering encore

And this stale oxygen tastes like decay rancour

A reassuring murmuring, raced musings to take

“The first one to break takes the goddamn cake.”

A singular grain of sand’s wedged in the middle

A scintilla of matter holds back a raging geyser

The clear hourglass falls to a solemn standstill

Whether it resumes or nay depends on our will

A tap of a hangnailed finger, I’m trying to understand

Yet left counting wrinkles into my motionless hands

Then someone breaks the hypnos with a quaint smile

Yet, oh sweet tragedy, my dear, it was neither you nor I.

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