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IT'S ALL KIND OF TOO MUCH BUT YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO SAY IT
SO JUST LET THE WORDS WHISPER TOO CLOSE AMID THE CHAOS
AN ILLEGIBLE ROAR OF THIRTY FOUR MOUTHS ASYNCHRONOUS
AND NO BETTER FOR IT, INCOHERENT AND DELIRIOUS
UNCERTAIN AS THE RELEVANT SLIPS BENEATH THE WAVES
OF THOUGHT, BACKGROUND CACAPHONY AND NO CLEAR MIND TO SAVE YOU
DROWNING IN INDISTINCTION, IT RATTLES IN YOUR EARDRUMS
BROKEN AND CRACKING, SCRATCHING, SHARP AND DULL AND FEARSOME
A GARBLED SOUND THAT WARBLES INTO POPS AND HALF-HEARD PHRASES
THROUGH THE HAZE UNTIL IT FADES
INTO A MEMORY, THE PHANTOM PRESSURE IN YOUR EARS
ECHOING LIKE SEAWATER BUT
YOU'RE STILL HERE, YOU'RE STILL HERE, YOU'RE STILL HERE
YOU'RE STILL HERE