paroxysm

burdensome head dragging you down
through the ground to the places
where sunlight holds no crown.
things are cool and quiet here
hidden from monotony
soil packed mouth, earth packed ears.
you forgo breathing in this place
a cool damp grave
where tones can be replaced.

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