the stasis i can’t explain
the blaring, the drums
i hear everyday
seem to sound
like nothing
i’ve heard before
and
they eat into me
with their
clock-shaped pincers
a dull stab
a retching pain
stretching, searing
oh oh
its ugly head!
move back!
hearken its rearing!
make belief
make pretend
the loss of life,
love, a friend
the blaring, the drums
i hear everyday
seem to sound
like nothing
i’ve heard before
and
they eat into me
with their
clock-shaped pincers
a dull stab
a retching pain
stretching, searing
oh oh
its ugly head!
move back!
hearken its rearing!
make belief
make pretend
the loss of life,
love, a friend
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