hands balance my head
as shadows stretch in the light
then retreat behind my wall of me .
hidden from view .
where the truth is spoken ,
but never leaves .
groans escape me
muting unripe ideas .
Keep them mumbled .
let them grow .
fade to the last
w/ only one chance .
electric zizz penetrates through
the tirelessly nurtured noiselessness ,
mucKing my foundation ; I sinK .
scream for my attention ;
but are those words mine ?
that is forever imitating
all that’s been recycled, before .
inspiration whisper / d in a voice not my own .