up & down, down & up

the tapping of my fingers

provides a beat for

the melody

made by instruments of sterilized steel

held in pale, robotic hands

kept alive only by throbbing tension

pulsing systematically

in silent xylophone taps

that go up and down,

down and up

they’re performing morse code on a corpse

and the end has not been deciphered

yet

restless is a word that does not fit in

there’s no space to spare

much less to breathe

 

-Cali Avatar

*read this from top to bottom and bottom to top

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