Rhythms

Is there a limit to
how much worrying
one can
effectively do

I mean, does acute
anxiety about
anything ever
reach a resolution

It seems to me
an arcane
sort of physicality’s
the general rule

One where you must
have something
to touch, to see
to understand

Unlike rhythms clear
resounding neat
and you in time to
faultless beat

I don’t want to
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