Through QB
silly how one wonders;
writes tentatively
all about the sound
clattering
clacking
riotous
vomit hurling racket
between the cars
between the ears
it's a question of degree
quietly I listen
even quieter I expound
flashing lights mean nothing
My world is down.
Under.
Above.
Anything but right here,
Right now.
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