This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/14/head-thrown/

"Gripping the ledge, mind falling apart

Lift one string, head thrown like a dart
The ripples making a scene
Tornadoes ripping the seams

Walking fast, under the moon, head held down

And soon
Entering town —
But there’s no sound. . .

Mind tucked up, aiming eyes

The windows closed, to shut out fright
The plume of smoke captures lungs
The lack of food, starts some fights
Yells echo, like ricochet bullets
Piercing ears, guns blazing through flesh and fears

Don’t look now, you’re in a dream

Find out how War entered sleep
Now do your eyes see Freely as you peep?
Dreaming of walking, and walking while dreaming of talking
To the one who Feeds your mind while you sleep?"