---

inside us

the beat

becomes stronger

the sound

gets vaster

minute by minute

patterns unable

to tame it

norms scatter

like knotty children

ritual continues

rapidly

revealing the

defeatist priests

chanting the

naysayer

cadence

injurious scent

glides

on this grievous

temple of bleakness

a cacophony

region

where feeling of

positiveness

shrivels