Another poem from Nobody Steals The Towels From A Motel 6




I read about a soundproofed room

so silent that no person lasted

more than 45 minutes within it


silence so complete that

internal psychologies break down.


It starts with an awareness of breath.

Ears ring.  Blood pulses pulses pulses in veins.

Heart pumps its thud and thunder.

Muscles slip noisily about under skin.

Food gurgles through the digestive track.

Joints creak and grind, creak and grind.


Then, hallucinations.

Without data, the mind makes its own.

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