My ears will pop
With change in height
And a change in thought
Will have things popping
Too. It is strange and
Not, with such an
Ordered confusion,
A gist without purpose.
I am angry
I do not want to do,
I want to be and
Become the untamed animal
Within, no human
Pressure. To scream would
Free and release will
Bring fresh breathing
Amongst this forest of
Smoke and dust.
Enough, there will be
No more shrinking box
Of life and I will,
At last, say
Ah!
But it is such that
Ears that have not
Popped cannot hear
Screams and cries. My
Revelation will fall,
Strong
But silent to all.
There will be no end.
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Another attempt at something completely new. Enjoy.
