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A pain has lodged in my jaw. It goes on and off, just like that. An irradiating dot.  Situation:  chronic.  Half my face in wires of pain, waves of pain in the gum. Awful hot proximity to the tired and tender brain.  O the head’s a soccer ball of blood, heart a trembling cup. It goes off and on, just like that, the pain.  Sometimes it’s best to be quiet. Sadness a toll booth always open. Get yours, Soul.  Hard to fathom the flesh of the brain.  Shut up.

 

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No one in my mother’s family is still alive. A pain has lodged.  Trembling cup.  A ringing in one of my ears, very ōm.  Is that the sound of flesh, somehow, in its core?  When it isn’t otherwise expelling, growling, chirping, saying, sucking?  A dial-tone in my left ear; someone left the phone off.  Trembling cup.  Terror a speck, hovering in front of our eyes.  There went a bee, just now, with all of my plans.  It matters not, O thirsty people.  It matters not, Coke is It.  In matter do you conceive me?  God rot.  The flesh of the brain, tender and tired.  Mother, I can’t find you.  mother    mother    mother.    Sometimes, we have to be quiet to say anything at all.

 

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