the tears cannot fall
they cannot overcome the
swelling mountain
the worst alarm
is one that you cannot
turn off, which no one else hears
the sickness is solitary
but it knows no privacy
the incessant boredom
intensified by wandering focus
the sight is felt by touch
an unbidden mixture of senses
no relief, no miracle
no control, no choice
no escape, no will
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