Cascading screams plead—
          squealing simulation intensifies!

The cries of acceptance are met with  the panther hunter,
                   a manipulator island killer—
                   his lonely filler jabber hides
                  the
                            forlorn
                                        silence.

The crash is fast—is fast—
is fast paced with ****** faces upset over the opposition.


Suddenly I see my own subconscious,
like a glass bowl fish trapped
I feel a vibration.
The vibration is less taciturn
but the stones in the gravel are smooth
the smooth sound resembles an ocean.
          An ocean
                    of my own concoction
          evaporates .. ..    ..  .    . … . . ..

In reality,
the sound is cashing in crashing ashes bought
debris from my glass bowl and money out the window—

                a wall of darkness…
                       the sounds cease….