I'M LOST ON THE SUM
Of the unknown
ON THE LIE AND FALL
Of the bone
THE FOUNDATION
And the corner stone
ON THINGS THAT GET SEEN
But aren't shown
ON THE WARM SOUND
Of pure pleasure's moan
THE MONOTONOUS TONE
Of your drone
SO I CUT OFF MY PHONE
Just to be alone
JUST TO HEAR
The whales breathing
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