These voices…
They speak out to me,
Clarifying the fallacy
Of the ambiance that keeps being fed to me,
That keeps breathing down my nape
as if hoping to wrap its breath
Menacingly around me;
Like beautiful balloons looming over me
Causing brief delight and happiness,
While their ribbons entangle themselves
Around my neck strangling my esophagus;
And I just want to rest peacefully
Upon this chair.. or that chair,
Or even the one way off over there,
Just for a moment and let the delusion
Fade away but these voices…
They just don’t care,
and so I step up into the air.
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