The circulation is speaking volumes
on what is stuck in your brain
The air is thick and splitting
with all the vague analogies
They're vague because I do know
that we've heard them all before
Everyday is vague
so that you can just get used to it
Stuck on our tongue and buried,
hanging around in the air
Released and snatched away
to consume and call your own
Retreads like an escalator
on up to the next floor
An unconscious escape,
just coining the moment.
The air is splitting in my ears
The space between everyone
The distant conversations
to play on or withdraw from
Hissing,
pissing,
and buzzing.
MM 2001
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