When a man
sits down in
a room alone
for long enough
an iron silence
drapes over
his heart &
the walls &
the paper
blend together
in perfect
harmony.
The only
sound is
that of the
cat purring
truncating
the silence
of the heart.
Storm the
Bastille &
rejoice for
you have
no name
but on
paper.
The
mind
is
buzzing
with
scatological
bullshit.
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