The drumming surrounding you
beats endlessly against my brain.

Unnoticed, I sit a far way off,
taking in the palpable air of serenity,
that which you exude so softly.

The guitars still strum their
metal twangs behind, in front,
beside me; intilling a sense of
purpose, power, something significant
and untouchable just like you.

These are the roles we must play in this moment:
you, the soul ethereal, floating above
your bench where you nearly perch.
me, observing your weightlessness, how effortlessly your arm glides to feed
white teeth held behind cotton lips.
these are our roles, and I wonder if you are at peace about it as much as you seem to be.


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