I can hear the echoes
Of a life happening
Outside the chambers
Of my ears and arms
I can’t seem to grasp
Hold of the outside
Overwhelming
Coming down
Crashing in and
Disappearing a
Host to show up
For you until you
No longer need me
Anymore this marks
The territory we tread
People can use you
Until they’re done
There is no other
Way to feel but
Detached sadness
I can hear the echoes
Of a life happening
Outside the chambers
Of my ears and arms
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Poétique 