listless antecedent reaching heights
of fancy a gaze splayed through dirty
glass elements of sun disperse gather
dust a silent
ring
i imagined it a voice telling me something in rubble
rumble a bubble of nonsense syllables like a singular
om uttered by 100 voices simultaneously
off key
i heard a voice still repeating polite
affirmations
not unnoticed until cleverly
dismissed
accidentally nonsensical or paralyzed
loss of individual words
word sounds
making sounds like words
fails
i resort to thinking in overtones
heavy breathing
particles linger just away
from
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