I wanna jump and shout. I wanna speak but cannot.
I hear not the world around, but only that which is beneath.
I feel not you, but all that surrounds which makes you.
I am here and there and everywhere, but nowhere.
I am you and me and he and she.
It's all but the silence, pressing me.
And pressing, by the day, and pressing...
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I feel... my hearing deterioting...
And I take to read your lips, more carefully, than before...
And feeling the chaos of the world slowing dipping itself into my sanity...
And across the line, my insanity, so closely... touching
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2 comments:
Ms. Afeline,
a very profane remark to ur vibrating words and extraordinary state:
Keep at it! I mean don't keep at the insanity, but keep in the production! If the explosion is petering down, if the sensation seems to shallow, do not worry. Keep at it like a peaceful steady current!
can't get too close to your creation, but it is close, so close it enfolds me just as i enfold it...
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