I asked compliance for an opinion
which I couldn't hear in any response.
I sense words leaving me as sound
but not really as self, assured,
as even to where they were coming from.
this was a lot like self dialogue
in an audience sense of self as being,
but with auditory added in a sensory way,
almost to further ask of myself by comparison.
is this the way the inanimates all around feel
but have no means of further say past stoic
or impactful signage into revealing?
for now, self only feels like surge.
memory is made up of eerie-ness,
surely not separate from any of the surround.
I am wall surface, carpet boarded,
up from representing the ground.
my mass is faceless yet sounding.
I have fallen into a vastness
that no language speaks forth from.
it's just here and now in the lingering,
to wonder in this idleness.
if thoughts, my thoughts,
are traveling along this same road? . . .
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