Anthracite

Can you feel that?
a riffle invades your calm
feeling the thick rise from your feet
you should know what this is
but you don’t

slipping into a torpor state
just for a moment as you wait
it’s here now, trying to push
your soul up your throat

then it stops
the feeling of utter loneliness
retrograding back to the dark

back to some sort of normal
and you return to the pen

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