surrounded by sound,

do y' hear these vibrations,

can hear them,

even worse,

penetrated,

through my coat,

cut my tongue,

cut my throat,

cut so deep,

t’ is not m’ voice y' hear,

nothing of that,

rather…

a cry, yell

of that muscle,

red & blood,

nothing more.

strong taste

of sour milk

in my mouth,

sweet smell

of napalm,

soft touch

of your filthy hands

on my skin,

haven’t had the courage to listen to y’,

signals, ‘nuons’,  sparks of light,

from above

t’ is not my voice y' hear,

t’ is some other voice,

t’ is the voice of

a man, -i don’t know,

stranger?