Sands of grain
Grains of sand
Stream from a closed hand
Streaming from the hand

Mindless activity to occupy my mind

What piece of me did you rip out?
A pound of flesh;
Gone with it.

Pragmatic reasoning
Is unreasonable.

Don’t ask me to think
Because my thoughts
Scratch out broken
Against the needle
Repeating as required
Bitter elixir
Mixed with tears.

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