The hairs on my body stand on end
like aerials pointed ninety degrees from my skin.
The goosebumps rise to their morning alarm
which buzz and rattle each other through my gawping corpse.
Meanwhile, the pupils find themselves in tunnels
whilst their blinkered teachers have crept off
to leave the blind but eager children to fend for themselves.
Sensing the subtelties in resonance
I snap from stagnation.
Throw me a pen and napkin
so I can catch this frequency, before
the signal is lost.
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