My hearing was not in my surroundings but somewhere else.
I could hear a wailing turning to howling. Howling turning to roaring.
My mind stepping ajar into a place previously unsensored. Uncharted, Unamed. Unknown.
I am the creatureless feature of a parallell seizure, persisting the law for a self-procedure
That ...
Poetry Time 96: The Outer Silence
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Nov. 17, 2024
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