he spoke in rhythms that no one understood | 1 |
this start again stop again walk again fall again | 2 |
tripping melody of verbal car crashings | 3 |
into my head were the things he said | 4 |
in this cognitive dissonance | 5 |
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and i grasped at the air | 6 |
with the words floating | 7 |
on their vibrations | 8 |
of sound and conflict | 9 |
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and i tried to hold on | 10 |
to just one uttering | 11 |
so i could toss it | 12 |
into my mouth | 13 |
and try to | 14 |
taste what | 15 |
it felt like | 16 |
and feel what | 17 |
he meant by it | 18 |
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and maybe i could explain it all | 19 |
and maybe i could clarify | 20 |
i could bridge these gaps these | 21 |
gaps the bridges were too | 22 |
small to fill, to big of gaps | 23 |
growing | 24 |
farther apart | 25 |
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as he continued proclaiming | 26 |
his message of somethingness | 27 |
i think i heard the words | 28 |
"mansion","girl" and "thug" | 29 |
As for them. | 30 |
they sat, vision distorted | 31 |
by the very words he used | 32 |
to try to clarify his | 33 |
given statement | 34 |
of reality | 35 |