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Air Movement
It's empty; I am surrounded by bodies but my world is unpopulated, stagnant.
Mouths open and close; the amplification and rarification of air; the breath scent repugnant.
Doppler kicks in cancelling the hertz;
I can only stare and wonder what the words mean.
I should not be here.
My head hurts, like a tusker in musth.
Who are they trying to impress? Me?
I don't want to comprehend. Their words will be dust.
Mouths open and close; the amplification and rarification of air; the breath scent repugnant.
Doppler kicks in cancelling the hertz;
I can only stare and wonder what the words mean.
I should not be here.
My head hurts, like a tusker in musth.
Who are they trying to impress? Me?
I don't want to comprehend. Their words will be dust.
Published 21st Jun 2012
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28th Jun 2012 9:00am
10th Jan 2013 6:28pm
Try a more flowing motion for the words. right now they're just words on a page. make them like dolphins in the sea
