the pulse won't stop
skllzrmy.tez, 2026 — on hic et nunc
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there is a fist in the wall
it beats without a body
plaster flakes like dandruff snow each thud a soft concussion against the dark
i press my ear to it it presses back
the house has learned my rhythm
and now it will not let me forget it.
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