Silenced by the sound of the screaming lifelessness of the dead
I procured their concepts and now they finally understand why I
am suffering.
Or at least I think they do, nonetheless I am aware of their
caring, but do they share the same uncomprehensive, unresponsive, idea that nothingness is breathing, and pulsing, and moving, and living?
Listen.
Hear the beat, hear the feet,
share it.
Become it.
But don't let it become you.
No, no, that would be bad.
The vortex might open and we'd all fall.
Fall on forever and yet never at the same time.
I hate this world.
Can we move unto another?
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