the day Nils Frahm became my Psychiatrist

this devastation waves through my bones //

a pocketed error

safe for the keeping //

i hold it in

and on-to it

so i can then

blast it out, real //

like a chromatic chord change

knowing the need

the only place to go

to find a sad and disturbing tone //

revealing the truth

it’s so hard to hear

yet so directly inside

tracing my routine //

how it shatters everything else

around

and all that is left

is this charge of a tide

the strength of the moon

rippling a well

to the top of my skull //

my body, a fountain

expelling the violence

 

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