Here while I'm away from my self loathing agenda.
Find me a poem from this overwhelming silence. Sudden sounds as spaces between words. Bare the beauty that might emerge from the damp, desolate dungeon that they call home. Listen to the echoes that they make while closing the gap between the vast distance. Those desperate, silent notes. Each their own siren song, serenely being sung. Those poor, lost beings.
But read me what you've found.
Those lost laments, lusts for touches, concerning connections. Then, the sensuous serenity, solace, embrace that are born within... they are all yours as keepsakes.
This is why you parents need to watch your kids when they watch something on YouTube, because your sweet summer children might stumble upon this medieval demented edgy fucked up sesame street shit courtesy of Daddy Lynch when all they wanna do is to learn some wholesome alphabet song.