Singes

Jane Jane my Chain!
She sings and singes my eyesight!
I always return to her phantom voice in my mind
...able to reach outside the inside...
teaching me the dance as we both go along...
soon she'll let me lead,
and we'll begin again.

I've got to encompass
the whole of it again...
I need to take my world
back into my mind...
call me a control freak or not...
the people are barely aware of it anyway.

Someone needs to contain the 'breakout'.
It hurts me the least I think...
so that is why I do it.

Deaf Deaf
I make my teeth pierce the air.
I taste the sounds of her music
...it smells beneath a flame...
a conscious stream of input.


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