funny, isn't it?

how you sometimes try to shut your ears but the words and noise get through anyway.  you can't drown it out.  your ear-holes are too small to stop with richly scented wine corks and your brain whirs and hums in a way only death can shut off.  and the outside world leaks in through your pours till it permeates everything. till the dangerous sparks flashing in your head go quiet and the new cogs buzz and whine like they've always been there, part of the mechanical background.  you don't even notice you've been fine tuned because its a part of you now; the way your toes and chin are a part of you, and your eyes and mouth, so that you're seeing and speaking and being this new self, entirely inseparable from the old you.  the two are meshed and unavoidably synced; your ears and all that noise, too.

funny, isn't it?