Muffled.
The world cannot get in.
I can’t get out.
A purchased illness to assuage another.
Recycled thoughts,
boring in their dirtiness.
I devise a fool’s plan
to use this tedium.
A grand flourish.
Since I have no sword,
I’ll untie the Gordian Knot.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
Please do and soon. That knot has got to be unraveled, and you may be just the man to do it.
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