When the act of movement is reduced to the unbearable drive to learn
And the objective is not to talk, but merely to let things flow out again
An audio visual reign of the senses; devoid of touch.
With a heavy brain every irrational confrontation becomes a nuisance
And sleep is but an annoying disruption
Every mundane necessity is disturbingly inexplicable
And all compromise is but to survive.
Being as circuit of sensations; numbingly full.
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