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A Few Days Before Leaving

The last two years have

been something like a

blur, growing, associating

feelings with objects.

Emotions stored inside

songs playing on mute

inside subconscious.

Sounds shift

as if they

were entire lives

in and

of themselves.

Music ebbs then

flows into

seas of passing

images which will disappear

for forever.

The waves

were significant only when

there was impact with the

sand which makes up myself.

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Arbitrary Experience (A Sudden Fit of Blurry Perception)

 

 

convey yourself

 

hold still again

again

rotting pavilion another

 

breathe all over

sliding fake words

an ugly paste

on our melted roads

 

we are all

knowing

of no other

 

out of the trees

work until forever

 

eat what

there is

not bleeding

 

freedom

rocking to

and forward

 

we go

into nothing

because of everything