Shrinkage

Every word I learn makes me want to say less.
There is no end to the ways to become smaller.
What good it to say a thing you know is true
when you can’t recognize reality?

Every sound I hear makes me want to stop singing.
There are too many voices in my head.
When your monkey mind is a troop of great apes
and you really dislike Charlton Heston.

Every sentence I speak cages me in its spaces.
One mind cannot process all these requests.
How does a system designed to manage a trickle
cope with an uncooperative flood?

04 AUG 2026

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