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The broadcasting is loud
So loud in the crowd
that I fell into position
where drum pummeled pain
met sleep deprived brains
and the dance kept me up for hours,
In that same symphony we collide
to the higher powers
pulling string and tendon
to start the engine
and the machinery is greased clean
in this mean double standard
I heard it like footsteps at first
trailing behind me
but it evolved into some malicious noise
the kind when one becomes a pack of boys
and the new kid is fucked for sure
It's chirping left the mind to wander
in and out
twisting about
and around it itself
or without itself,
but always never in a place
to completely
override it,
The sound survived
and the mind left alone
had no choice but to hide
Why hide it?
I'll bullhorn it
so you can sample its insanity
but if enough can be taken by its snare
then even this
can seem normal
dressed thread bare
to the lunatic formal,
We amass until the sound
is our escape
This AM/FM Portal
