So I begin to hear the words,
They are neutral and calming,
Speaking softly into my ears
I can hear the ant struggle on the linoleum tile,
It moves slowly from a crushed body,
It's legs fleeting about,
Hear skips and stutters on the record,
Moving my body back and forth,
In a rhythmic dance,
The silence on the moon screams,
Our ears dampened to the dark side,
Only the stars can hear,

It begins to pulse,
The sound encompasses my body,
Blotches form to the bass in my eyes,
The body becomes light,
I float up,
Only for the sound to bring me back down,
Pressing to another,
Feeling the body morph,
The ambiance controls the connection,
No longer can I listen
I must rest,
I take my headphones off