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Mute--Reverse
Everything is mute
I can see the drips as they fall
And somewhere they echo.
I am listening to the no sound
That everything makes
No sound but me.
I know it all has sound but it
Is dampened out right now.
I don't actually hear the sound but
Knowing that it is there creates
echoes, only echoes in my head.
But everything reverts to normal
With the low gurgle of the drain.
Only for moments did I relax
Only for moments did I exist.
The echoes now drown out the sounds of life.
Talk, talk, talk.
Talk show, talk radio
Today's topic is blah, and we're talking
to caller blah.
It's all just people who want to
Turn the radio on and their brains off.
On and off.
The echoes drown out life.
Reverse--Mute.
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