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7-27-17

I can see my iron breath in the mirror
where music is reflected as peaceful cobwebs
fit for a human to lay on and tolerate
noon spraying sun across the clothed land.
"I don't want to but I have to"
should be the skin I'm forced
to wear a t-shirt over because of
violent imagery. Instead it's my
eyes and ears against a plot;
a source of violation I'm trying
to remain undercover from.

imagine your problems...
imagine them washing over you
...now they're washing away

I can see my reflection against
the sheen of my eyeballs. One eye
is working against the other. Same
with each arm and each leg; they
won't permit any detection or
discernible difference in intent. I'm aware
of insomnia when I sleep. It rotates
breathily through a snoring device,
preventing proper dream cycles. I
am not one. I am many. I am nothing.

imagine your problems...
imagine them washing away
...now you're washing away with them