across an infinite distance
I hear the rhythm
of invisible fists beating the air
I hear the call of a thousand voices
whispering incessantly
across an infinite distance
I know each hit, each stroke
must be precise
I know the cries
that calamity emits
across an infinite distance
I feel the burden of creation
and kneel beneath its weight
I feel myself grow tense
as every impulse goes awry
Written in response to this morning’s Wordle 133at The Sunday Whirl