Expelliarmus

at times,

life’s sound is crash
of clashing
cymbals,

in others,

time ticks along nerves
too quick to hold any
proof of heart’s
measure

poundin’ on thighs and
walls in anchored skull

for treasures troved
only this life-

deathless flight
spells heart’s delight.

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