Hard Cement
Settled long ago
Now bloodied hands press against
Cement sworn against
Unusual day
Usually there is something
To focus my thoughts
Today there's nothing
Only traditionally
Just a dull numbness
Maybe sickness leaves
An empty room in its wake
Revenge or forced hand
I don't have a sign
Unless mindless lingering
Might be credited
So I do nothing
And nothing wafts around me
Like laundry spinning
When I reconnect
There will be words uploaded
But nothing right now
The God of Nothing
Might be found in another
In such lulled hours
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