Concentration

There is a background hum
A bubble of chitter-chatter
Babbling voices
Merry souls
Filling the breach
Between nothing and something
Dispelling boredom’s diversion
At the cognitive junction of distraction
Though as focus forges ahead
Deaf to all that goes before
And blind to all that is nearby
Concentration in its purest form
Neither sees nor hears
Nor senses past the tunnel ahead

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