perhaps so much so
that it's negated the purpose
opened up the ground swell
and swallowed me whole

i can't hear it now
in the hard beats that try to take me down
the swollen chords
and mixed mournful melodies
the intertextuality of the same voice
humming
the only place you've known

i don't know

i shout to the window pane

because i don't

i can't figure it out

the bed frame
the way the sheets feel like thousand pound weights
against my bones

nothing's sacred his voice yells at me from years and years gone by
and i still don't
the problem always is
and remains
it never was a problem inside my head and heart until now
know