out the
windmill of your lungs
the
electrochemical whispers
condense
to ink-soaked clouds
allowed to think to think aloud
a
consciousness plays a conch
your
thoughts are far too wet
"Savez-vous où vous êtes?"
Jouez-vous de la clarinette?
you play
the shell of a dead animal
throwing
salt at the sky
crying,
the asylum oh the asylum
eins zwei drei
you bend your mind
til you
can no longer see
the other
end another end
push replay and hit resend
kiss the passers-by
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