The steth dance

Listen: ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

So even and identical

Which one is the other

The blow of the force

– like lightning

Travel in a loud silence

It was planted a long time ago

Its root in every inch of my soul

Everyday after,

Its singing strength grows in my veins

The river within a rock.

The doorway to my rescue

Shut behind the tombstone

Hard to crack

Cracked hammer moan in the dark

Nights of solitude

Not even the cockcrow helps

A reminder of another dislodged throb

With high vocal chords.

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