with all this noise
it’s difficult
to tighten the hinges
to the device
that blocks my ears
the roof
is on my head
would the Earth
turn slowly
are the lights
dimming down
this story
is going too fast
I see nothing
but a vomiting blur
I’m spinning
somebody please
drown the clock
somebody please
get the phone;
it’s ringing
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