still mind

static, lurking, working, droned

beneath a million different tones

scribbled strangled scrambled mess

this heart doth quiver in distress

masking tape above the mind

to numb the logic- leave it blind

binding bounding boarding beats

struggle to find foot on concrete

candid placid pressure pulse

it is not truth- could it be false?

fester fancies freezing frocks

it is not news- so throw the rock

frenzied faces broken locks

broken places tightened knots

missing faces missing lots

missing sense and sensing

not

 

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