--
I listen to--
for--
the beat
a mantra:
onetwothreefour.
It whispers such
things of vio
lance, of a Pup
pet Master who has
yet to relinquish
my foregone
sanity.
one two three four
My eyes have not
witnessed the source
of my distress.
The perpetual
tone of an irksome
beat.
Beings in white
coats with faces
that glow encom
pass my body
with large machines
and watch a screen
with their eyes wide.
I hear a voice
resonate through
the room and it
says "Your brain has
the beat of a
heart."
_One
__Two
___Three
____Four
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Okay... second stanza sucks. >.>
