Author’s Note: I apologize, but I going to interrupt the series to prove I’m a real person and not a bot building a tome. The series should wind down a week from this evening with two alternate endings. In the meantime, I’m going to post a few poems and try to do an “educational” piece on Central Auditory Processing Disorder. 


Heavy weariness
Like sludge at a toxic waste dump
Buries my soul
Under a fuckton
Of exhausting anxiety

The pace of modern life crescendoes
Beyond the brain’s ability to process

Imploding, exploding, blinding agony
Symptoms of simplicity’s decline
Different is now wrong instead of different

The need for immolation rises
But the command remains unuttered

The crushing pressure of a long wait
Exacts an onerous toll on the watchers


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