unanswered.
your morning alarm would go unanswered.
yet it will continue ringing, ringing, and ringing
on pressurized melodies - so faithfully
for it knows nothing of the misfortune
that has befallen its patron.
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until silence. deadpan silence ensues.
a language of conceding, of surrender
in waking your tired soul up.
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but shouts. shouts will ensnare this
soundless tranmission of forfeit
as if denying an irreversible defeat.
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knocks. rapid knocks will ally
these desperate pleas that in a sudden,
a serenade of irritated tunes now charms
the being inside to wake up.
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"WAKE UP now, lazy bean!
What time is it already! SLEEP EARLY,
haven't I told you? Have you ever LISTENED TO ME?
You are THROWING your goddamn LIFE to the TRASH!"
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louder. louder. louder.
each lyric getting sharper, and sharper, and sharper.
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tempo and temper rising - presto, vivace!
at each indifferent note returned to every cold rhythm.
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patience, dissipating. limit, reached.
knobs turned, doors pushed.
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and revelations unfold.
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"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO-"
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shock. shock met Mother solidly
jabbing with sheer force and total surprise
paralyzing her breathing pipe,
stealing her sanity for a while.
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anger turned to confusion. then disbelief. then pain.
