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in the end, who needs words when you can't spell the sounds they run parallel to the ground, away leaving t's looking like l's, who may fall flatter. they are dropping like dots from i's, but they are not wasps but are they flies there is still a buzz in my ear the hairs on my head run from the razor, but only get as far as the cracks in the floor. the fingers on my hands touch the workmanship, sculpting my busted head, but change nothing. the ringing in my ear is familiar the life has become an empty tube of toothpaste, and now I have to refill it from the counter. the live wire I keep touching, looks like a nerve, in my one arm that is ripping me off. If I have a tone, it a came from outer space, my feet are running on the floor, louder the neighbours are hammering on their ceiling, my legs buckle, no feeling. there is nothing so refreshing as a dog licking your face when you are flat on your back staring out to space. The tone has stopped, they are here... It begins. ©DWE092013
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
If I have a tone, it came from outer space
in the end, who needs words when you can't spell the sounds they run parallel to the ground, away leaving t's looking like l's, who may fall flatter. they are dropping like dots from i's, but they are not wasps but are they flies there is still a buzz in my ear the hairs on my head run from the razor, but only get as far as the cracks in the floor. the fingers on my hands touch the workmanship, sculpting my busted head, but change nothing. the ringing in my ear is familiar the life has become an empty tube of toothpaste, and now I have to refill it from the counter. the live wire I keep touching, looks like a nerve, in my one arm that is ripping me off. If I have a tone, it a came from outer space, my feet are running on the floor, louder the neighbours are hammering on their ceiling, my legs buckle, no feeling. there is nothing so refreshing as a dog licking your face when you are flat on your back staring out to space. The tone has stopped, they are here... It begins. ©DWE092013
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
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