the music will never ring in his ears again
the music goes on to infinity but never reaches him
the music’s bells jangle to emptiness and only emptiness
is there music if there’s no one to listen?
music
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wardens in the prison of the body
Scream! At the piles of rust!
Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!
Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!
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overwhelming sense of dread
it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained
and it rained
and it rained.
and i felt the water welling up inside of me
and i screamed in agony
and all of the water came rushing out and flooded the world
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Hands
What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,
thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?
Creases in our folds become smoothed out,
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