Can you speak to your soul?
Am I alone?
I've lost the number,
& hydrogen phone..
Tried calling,
Only a dial tone.
Feel the beat
Touch thy words
Taste the wind.
Tear open,
The present.
Trash the past,
Let the future bend.
Lost in the moment..
Gazing again..
My dirty looking lens
Fly without wings
Swim with no fins
Living in livid innocence.
Pseudonym silence,
Suicide soliciting,
Eye-gouging violence,
Perfect vision, yet no ones listening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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