…listen…

My ears are reaching,
My body is sinking.
I hear the message,
What painful thinking.
 
I rip the cords out
And break the pieces.
A pleasure to feel,
A pain to see this.
 
My eyes are glossing
The pupils are shrinking.
I’m put away.
My ears are ringing.
 
I move to the background,
And feel it beating
Let it all go
My ears are bleeding.

 

 

 

 

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