sense—less color
I zombied myself
to the other
side of
the room
where
black meets white
just the other side
of gray
and there
I swayed the
silence
singing
monotone
verbs—flat
waxing the
wane of
conscience
licking the walls
until I was
full
psgates
to the other
side of
the room
where
black meets white
just the other side
of gray
and there
I swayed the
silence
singing
monotone
verbs—flat
waxing the
wane of
conscience
licking the walls
until I was
full
psgates
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