Techno beats ricochet off these hardwoods
in these hundred year old walls they bounce
off of you and then back to me. I'm back to you
and then back to me. I have a proclivity to the numbness
as it surrounds you with the smoke. I can feel it's energy
passing to you and back to me and to you and back to me.
My thoughts run existentially, yet through a tunnel. I leave
my focus on a loop. Focusing on you and then back to me.
I am back to you and then back to me. I have never felt sobriety
as fervently as when we are in the realm of its enemy.
Surely this is meditation, medication. You pass to me
and then it is back to you. And I'm back to you
and you're back to me.