mitya

The hand strikes the count. Then tires for its heard it before. For years now even. Won't it ever learn something new? It always tries to make a new rhythm. Sometimes it even tricks itself for a while. A short while. Then the relapse. More the recognition, for it was there the whole time. Change the company, change the venue, change the mood, change the weather. Hello familiar. Too bad consistency isn't a merit in this. Its just wearying. Ears no long want to hear the hand if it can't make a different noise. Perhaps lie around for a while, take some time off. More like go away and don't come back. Silence? Is that a good noise. Maybe that's all it has ever been. Maybe the beat has gotten in the way of the music. Perhaps floating will bring the hand a new sound.

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