Got a clear thought,
I actually don’t want that.
Got an utterly feeling but so flat,
couldn’t tell more than this dread
suspicion flickering in my head.
But even this spreads
and widens up.
Shut up, shut up.
Turn the noises down,
I can’t hear my guts,
I can’t recognize my own frown.
Desperately trying to yell at me through all the sounds:
Let it blow out and show!
It is and always has been a No.