Files Alive,Alive?

October 23, 2021

He adjusts his black and yellow headphones,

purchased at,"∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆."

Spillage of notes hitting densely

secreted pink and red

rocky ground

2 ground,ground,ground.

Sets him worrying again.

Worrying.So much worrying.

Lest anyone doubts his sound.

A sound with forgotten files,

files inhabited in wispy Stars.

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