Today is another day where I will struggle to
Exist in static
The worn grooves on a record
Shouting their voices
Free myself from a simple dread that
Only a single sound escapes the broken sound machine
What if this is the only trick I have left?
Left to my own
Devices/song continues
Droning endless/sing
Me another one/now
My life, a reduction in force, less
Notes looking prettier than before
Tempted by the truth, no more
You can’t tell me I’m not trying here. I promise
The notes in an avalanche again
Given as a gift to right now
Left out for another day
Find it when they find it
Absence and Presence
Both are the same
In static
Buzzing
Squalls
I’m going to continue through it all/Going to know the noise/Going to keep exploring some edge of something and hope it takes shape/eventually
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