if there was to be a thought message.
not of what's to be said, but of how to be heard.
like a raging vibration, so distant.
faint and furious differences tied between words.
never mind you the improper grammar.
never part of the surface, more meanings than one.
now emerging in a stealth kind of manner.
like a frame with a picture, all blended and blurred.
staring at you, right through, and within you.
as if somebody's voice dug a hole in your mind.
with intentions to further consume you.
and completely take hold of you, keeping you blind.
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