The Language Of Injury

Ithaca

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Clear the air

I try to stay awake
So I know what I missed
Suspended in
Exhaustion that sleep can’t fix

Nights are getting longer
But light creeps through the cracks
Remembering
Hearing everything I lack

I lost my left hand to the right
Everything that was right left me again

Nothing you say moves me
Alpha waves and centuries
Years and years of feeding your
Dependance on vocabulary

Only when I'm sleeping

Does it sound like leaving?
Exiting the one way in
I know you find meaning in
Verbalising the verboten

Only when I'm sleeping

Does it sound like leaving?

I made sound
But what do you have to say now?

Clear the air
(Nothing you say moves me
You’re not what you said you’d be)