There's a phone at my work

And you might think me a berk

But it calls me from a mindful zone

A place I like to visit alone

Ear to the top

As sounds fizzle and hop

It is a direct line

To feeling fine

I hear wind, birds, hussle and bustle

A universe unexplored in the rustle

Even in short bursts, it quenches my thirst

Distorting my mind toward what's first

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