Sound squealing into his head, drowning out all sense of self and beingness;
he lies on his back, sticks his feet up and into the sound, into the squeal, seeking to
fill up some of the space of sound with the bones and flesh of toes, soles, tendons and
heels, that may, or
may not
belong to his own self.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Image by ErikaWittlieb from Pixabay
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