Detoxification

Purged sounds
Yet silent notes crash 
Through the head;
Recycled
out of emptiness
 
Purged still life
Yet reflections burn imprints
When eyes wide shut
Negatives
Dancing in dark spaces
 
Purged verses
Yet echoes ring untrue
Drumming rhythms
Of intense words
in muted conversations
 
Purged sweet lust
Yet senses reel backwards
And forwards
In stubborn illusion
 
Purged, never cleansed
Purged, never free
This detoxification is not for me
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