The Wordless Voice

The collective strips my voice and flesh. I’m left a telepathic ghost in a sea of minds deaf to me.

I make this damnation my experiment. Learn to speak through emotion and image.

The artists hear.

Individuality lives.

I am become Muse, inspirer of worlds.

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