does it make any sense? That on occasion, it is possible that your head can be completely emptied by the raging noise? The hurt? The pounding? is it possible to empty your legs of the slowness? Or just make it hurt worse?

No soul, rhythm or flow. But in the midst of the banging and the rattling, there is a point of quiet and solace. Not structured but defined, is the point. Feels like I'm on the outside looking in, searching but not finding.