Mydriasis

Radio Dispatch -
Pain.

I am the keeper of hurt,
of wrong-doing,
of shallow heart,
of dead-end egos.

Tossing and toiling,
in the cold isolating winds.

Winds breathing,
Winds inhaling,
Winds exhaling,

back to the same hollow room.

I understand you must stay numb,
to void being a fool,
to void being wrong,
to void seeing the other side.

I understand you must stay numb,
to be a part of something,
to be surrounded by your own kind,
to shower in meaningless bliss.

To understand,
I must sustain in this room,
as a sacred ornament,
ready to be broken,
by your every desire.

To understand,
I am only able to heal,
knowing that I will be destroyed.
For I am the handler of every lost emotion.
An over-flowing vessel,
muted by the static distortion.

Radio received -
Free.

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