The Saftey (Detached Blues)
Retreat now riddle recluse
to the mandate of your mind (always at the expense of the hollowing of your heart)
A siren song
on repeat
calls you to the safety of the known
the comforting cadence of an echo chamber
your personal Pink Floyd wall
no collision craft/cocoon reality (stay coddled in kind regard)
the insulation hampers the heat
and takes away the cold
until you
can
no longer
feel
at all
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Sean Clark
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