My area
it’s one of a kind
bustling with activity
every time
I’m about
to take on the task
requiring concentration, calmness, cooperation of all my senses
which is the exact opposite of the external
Smacks, screams, swearing on their lips
without a single dose of remorse
straight to the point
when I have to leave their reality
dipping instead
in my own musical world
where their voices and bothersome noises
cannot touch me with its disturbance
occurring every single day
just in a different variation of the time
and the creatures involved
in my descent
to real hell on earth
transposed
at counterpoint levels
experiences
regrettably, not closely correlated with mine
*
September 2021
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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