the anxiety of being forgotten

Like WHite Noise

My thoughts are like white noise, beyond static. all encompassing, the entire heart and all the parts of me; still. stand. inside wait, still. like lightening , snapped. a split second split- in two. as if to strike- sent- fourth- only held. still. in two. never ending. no time has passed. glacial speed melts like a candle. inevitable in this pale life. However, one flame always lit, drowning out the noise of the world, the beats split. craddled by dark dreams, perched inside a glass bulb, waiting for the switch the arc is sustained - in two - split into particles felt across the air 2 to 2 where is the door

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