My sensations, dulled against the world,
The smooth crease of hills, soft green into the valley floor
The music electrifying, jars every neuron beyond exhaustion.
My ears numb from the beating, my lungs
Sore from exertion, caffeine.
From my thoughts of the world,
To you, I wean.
In my heart of hearts, it's you I keep
And when your image evades me,
it comes instead in sleep.
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