It’s true, I spend more time with sounds than with humans

I turn people on with a touch of the knob searching for sensations that I love

And anything I can’t find is always floating in your eyes in their subtle movements

Zones of warmth and concentration

Zones of obscurity and of truths hidden in the dark

Hurt and anger dilate those pupils waiting for a sign

Zones of excess poverty through the streets of this city that never sleeps where murmuring voices move

Zones of humidity through the creases of my eyes or maybe just hallucinations

My eyes go blind so I won’t see

My ears go deaf so I won’t hear

My lips are cracked they have kissed both love and death

Sweating skin, the blistering heat of hell

They stole from me again I got robbed again

Life slowly, sweetly abandons me

Bruises, silence, shivers

Another one of my transmutations at the bottom of the sea while out there

Anything you can’t see is already in somebody else’s eyes and everything you hear is just

Sound hallucinations

Maybe that sound will save us again from the evil lurking in the streets of this country