the distance

You know the moment?

Something has pulled you out of the beat, and suddenly, you are outside the rhythm… a fly upon the back of the homunculus born of the magical alembic

you breathe but alone

and so, you move groping about long before realizing something has happened

until you pick up your drum and realize you can’t hear the 1

the language of the fire has changed since you spoke it what feels like eons ago

and having chased the beat in the past you consider whether the chase is worth repeating

so you stand simply noticing where you stand and listen to the beat fade into the distance