Emotional Distancing
Let's connect to reality;
turn off the electricity,
lie in the silence that
invades us.
I'll hear you for lack of
the other sounds that
made us
bearable, one to the other.
It's the passionless breaths
that'll make the stillness
staggered deaths,
dealt slow
in ceaseless, unrepentant
blows.
Let me hang first
suspended
in the time just before in
euphoria, a by product of
the multitudinous exploits of
pleasure stimulus primed
clips and toks
tweets and shots
and series...
God, what a high,
Gratification
knows the right loops to tie.
This poem is about:
Me
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