Zzeet-Zzat-Bump.

Zzeet-zzaat-bump.

Brownian motion.

Incoherent collision.

Each with each other.

And the walls of the skull.

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

Echoing every touch.

The suffocation as such;

The din of distraction defeaning,

The brain bows in burden.

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

Blocking and unblocking.

The feeling of losing,

The track of all tracks.

Inter-over-lapping.

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

All day, all night,

Can I have a respite?

A little unlimited time,

Wrenched out of schedules?

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

Now, the sound hurts.

Now, the heart burns.

Now, this is my threshold

Now, there is no next.

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

Brownian motion.

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

Synchronisation.

Zzeet-Zzat-bump.

“Sound the bugle now”

Zzeet-zzat-bump.

Harmony has set in.