whose many voices sound metallic
a clicking of hollowed, damp carvings -
beads are a track for wheels of plastic
the ones that crisscross empty brain-
plains or along mannish arms, taupe
taffy of thoughts sounding whack
they are important to whom again
maybe to me to me to me to me to
never hear some white noise though
that is what makes my best dreams
and those cheesy wiles all this while
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
