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Deafness
I just hit the wall. I am not crying to it. It is filled with peeping holes. Light strobes there are none because it is dark out here. What do you think of me? I can sing. I chant weird mumbles that passersby frown at. I howl like a dog in heat, begging to be copulated. At times I am quieter I spit insults and laugh generously catching my breath. What else? Ah..I shout like: I AM ASHAMED OF YOU! WHAT DO YOU KNOW? These are lyrics? This is a really beautiful career! Send me the photographers and I will show them my swear finger. You dare enter, you dare. I can smell your mind, decomposing into a routine sameness: a foul kind of stagnation. I am your judge. I should say it is not lack of language that you suffer. It is deafness. Yes, there are these lines that will not come through, simply break up, can not hold our minds, or it is your head now choking with weeds strangled by assumed perceptions that you can not truly perceive. Do not deceive me. Ignore me if you can. But it is over I have conquered. And you lie bleeding at the mercy of verse.
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