The sound wants to find the room with people in it
fingers the door for ways inside
The smoothness of the wood is cracking under iron
a head banging against the wall until it breaks
What will sound do with the people found
waves upon waves of echo attaching themselves
To skin an pulling undertow like until there is rip
until the floaters in the edge of sight become burns
Until bone and break and render and soap
all are quivering masses on the blue and green blankets
Sound wants bodies it needs them to walk itself out
the front door to find other bodies to scream itself into
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