So, I wake to a silent film,
Black and white, before the talkies
Like I'm high without drugs.
It's a circus of, like,
Glowing stars
Whirling fans and
Pixel dots
That come and go.
Like shadows crawling up the wall
and dripping down the wall.
And then they, like, disappear.
So, I watch, curious as
My right hand, like, disappears.
Half your face disappears.
So, I turn my head and
my left eye,
The eye that sees,
Finds your face,
Finds my hand.
It's, like, really entertaining.
Until the show stops.
Then thunder shakes my skull,
Blasts my brain
Explodes.
Like, my stomach,
There goes my stomach.
Hurry, hurry, get a bowl!
So, I hold my head,
Grab my gut.
Hurting, hurting
Like, endless, scary pain that's
Like no other.
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