(but
only for 28 days of the month)
the
bombardment of senses
un-mendable
fences
a
chameleon on a plaid shirt will explode
stimuli
invasive, nothing erases
all
experience is personal
which
is why it is an affront
pain
or pleasure want
you
try to control
try
to console
soft
music
soft
lights
senses
delight
not
understanding the stimuli
of
your senses
is
how you interact with the world
a
tilt-a-whirl is waiting
outside
your door
unable
to keep score
in
a moment you’re sore
and
no one understands the demand
placed
upon your senses
is
a burden no one can bare
you
think no one cares
but
no one knows the cause
not
even a pause
the
senses are how you interact
cause
you to react
and
use things to try and shut
the
senses down
make
the moment minimally invasive
but
it is abrasive
as
your psyche is assaulted
by
the concussion bombs
blasting
the bakeries
which
fry the never endings
of
your mind
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