Split World

Music in one ear
The other is subjected to
Industry and dogs parking
And the sounds of winged creatures
Thinking their sounds are natural

The dark room continues to offer music
The outside offers variations on a theme
Wheels screech
Motors never stop talking
Vendors offer of themselves
“Take the meat of man, and you’ll be happy.”

The dark room grows louder
Bombarded by vibrations
Some decibels away from
Complete despair or sensual mania
The first one to knock
Gets to run amok
In associations and hopes and fears

Meanwhile, superior meat
Continuously makes itself known

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