barbed wire protective brain defensive punctures
some new force coming my senses itch for leave
but this opening between sought distractions
stark awareness undistorted by ego
there is no point in longing for solitude
there is always some bump or cry or alarm
always a new knot of needles for the fence
and silence is only gained in life’s absence
darkness descended early half filled with tears
and some weird blunt thoughts given cold expression
my mind split over one ear on our child while
one heard your jangled voice pained pressed to the wire
these layers of distance my ineptitude
no way for this day to end but with you too
exhausted for anymore and my quiet
alone living room broken by the last train
sounding again and again its muffled horn
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