He who walks out of step hears another drum.” ― Ken Kesey

My entire

being

Is alert

listening
For the sound

Of distant

drumming
Even you

Who say

we are

So very

solid
Watch

Wait

for me to find

my step again
But

everyone knows
I am

teetering
On

the edge

Of my

own abyss
There are

No

lifelines left

For me
My own

Internal

balance
Is just

Out

of reach
Listening
For

the right beat
For

a remnant

Of a song
For

the player

To sit down
And

play me
Like

a forgotten

Soft

melody
  

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