even i cannot listen
to myself any longer
pretentious comparisons
unrestrained jingles
i'm finding it all somewhat heavy
it is all so dreadfully thick to cut through
so far in circumference
to get around
i'm so worn-out
desiring only slumber
to shut my eyes and drift
consciousness is so muddled now
perhaps my unconscious
can sort it all out
even the memory of you
only makes sense now
when recollected
as if it were
a dream
~csr
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