Intimate Sound Of Repetition

The intimate sound of repetition
Begins slowly on a level and continues on that level
Until its folds emerge from beneath and behind other folds
Until you are in a place, another place and you realise
That you are on a journey and that you have been on a journey
Since the very first time that you heard
The intimate sound of repetition
Begins slowly like a burn and burns in waves
Until its safety retreats and skulks back towards madness
Until you are in a darkness, an end, and you are at a loss
To reveal to yourself and others how you brought yourself here
From the very first time you heard
The intimate sound of repetition
Begins slowly like a new emotion that you can't leave alone
Until you get so sore from picking at it and looking at it
Until it warps and turns your understanding completely and
universally
From the very first time you heard
The intimate sound of repetition