Working and lying
You don’t hear the whirring?
Across this street in this neighborhood
Exhausted from trying
You don’t hear the buzzing?
I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m sure
In alleys and byways dying
You don’t hear the beep beeps?
This thing that stalks me is hanging
Lit candles for fucking spirits dangling
You don’t hear the fussing?
In this county, in this state, in this city too
Desperately needing
Tangible proof
You don’t hear the whooshing?
In an unfathomable number of ways rising
everything eventually goes boom…
Edges of feeling collapsing endlessly
You don’t feel that breeze?
I’m sure you do, you have to
In this country and its hemisphere on this whole planet for all I know
You don’t hear the tick tick click?
From the torment of daylight and nighttime, there is nowhere to go
You don’t hear the wheeze?
Under these stars, under our sun
on our knees ’cause we can’t stand up
always on tilt
wobbling
Exhausted from trying
praying for sanity
and starving
Working and lying
Hiding from guilt
We can’t let go
You don’t hear the whooshing?
I know, I’m sure I know
I’m not alone
I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m sure
the boom is moving slow
Edges of feeling collapsing endlessly
but what sound does empathy make though?
Is it Ohmmmmmmmmmm…