Paroles de Numb(ers)

Going back forth at the indelible pace of erasure, stifled and filed human staple Paper weights Chambered Into everything at once, now Well all chime in like metronomes, fluent in scale, submerged in mercurochrome, dribbling air Double Lie Identity Squared. Blind deafen deaden, a new retreat syndrome, that acknowledges compression, with a nod its head But Presses Backwards Just the same Statistical chains are fitted with teeth, in a harping audit that never will end To calculate The value Of life's net worth. Ambient claustrophobia hangs like a drop of ink in the air beneath dead halogens Bound to expire.