oh the rambling drone
drawing my thoughts
leading them astray
kidnapping my reason
a wordless conversation
my ears stopped transfer
I hear nothing but a buzz
I fear my brain is melting
time passes like cold tar
I feel myself growing older
and still the noise remains
my mind has left me
and it isn't campaign seasons yet
The imagery in this one is outstanding. Perhaps it's reality made to seem like imagery. No matter - "The imagery's the thing" (apologies to W. Shakespeare)
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