Yes, I can see your shoulders rising and nostrils flare.
The teeth clenching betrays your power in this hall
and those who walk by are now watching a one-man show.
Because you see, I’m already gone.
As I cover more ground, your screams are fading.
The anger persists in a vacuum of fear to stand frozen in,
for reasons to serve a lonely man.
No threat is present, because I’m already gone.
No one is watching your descent to defeat.
The plaster won’t speak when smashed by your fists.
Your smoldering, bitter curses will not touch my ears.
Can’t you see I’m already gone?
DWP: on the subject of power between two.