Rhythm continues to wear

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

The rhythm of time
and words
and traffic
and shifts
Continue through the
fog of unpredictability
and uncertain outcomes
We lower our heads
to accomplish things
to carry on
to avoid facing the outside
While that rhythm
continues to wear us.

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