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A peeling wall of voices
A myriad of manias
Pastel shades of madness
My leatherette chair...

Peering eyes through reinforced glass
My guide in the rafters
My muse in the walls
I wish to climb into the grills...

And there is a man with fine beard and grey wastecoat
Intentions are jot but for the effect...

Disembodied moans punctuate
And insescent mantras
Tittering and yattering
Through walls my conduit...

Am I equal to this new reality?
A reality of peering eyes and talking walls
And pastel shades of madness?

Gold rotting eyes...
Lasting skin - collapsing lungs
Diamorphine amorphous
This is my home...

Bedsheets fashioned into a fine noose
Chairslegs and handrails with eyes bulging...

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