When I fall, I hope to awaken your attention
When my deeds scream In unknown tongues,
Do your ears not prick up or do you turn the volume down?
As I stagger to my feet do you watch with intent or converse with the angels around?
As I reach for you, are you struck numb, imagining what I’d feel like or do your gaits lead backwards?
When you stare, do you wonder what I am or do you see through this mass of nothing?
When I appeal to you, do you study whence it came or do your hands motion for the sizzling noise to cease?
What am I to you?
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