Warnings: Written after getting zero hours of sleep
Notes: The Painting is Slavadar Doli
Waking up from a long night’s vigilance
And all around running through your ears is dissonance
Because it’s not really there
It’s at the bottom of the eyre
Floating all numb tingling up the spine
And it’s all truly strange, now there’s a line
Between hands and eyes and mind
And they should be all affined.
So stand there and stare
Because you you’re disconnected from there
And it will only last a time
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