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"Radiohead (palindrome)

Till I kill, it’s live.
Do I dare?
Do I dare?

Solder I wed.
A metal pen,
a cranial pot,
dials laid to plain, arcane plate
made wired loser—
a diode radio devil.

Still, I kill it."

--@SpoonerRhythms

This is the feeling every day, yes?

It's not that those on the margins see more because they're morally superior. They see more because they are less invested in Not-Seeing. It's not that trauma gives you wings: trauma pulls you with terrible claws out of the perfectly understandable condition of Not-Wanting-To-Know.

Defrenchifying.