On a spiritual, inner level,
hell is a loop
confinement in a pattern,
the only prism of behavior,
the obsessive vanishing point,
towards which infinitely rush
all intentions, thoughts, words and actions
Endless diffraction
at this point, light is broken
and being stagnates in the loop
Alcohol, sex, entertainment
No real relationship
Just a life under the glass dome
where you talk to no one else
but yourself
Noise and smoke, nauseating illusions,
me, me, me, my appearance,
me, me, me, what I was,
me, me, me, what I will be.
©FJ June 2024
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Notes & Silence 
I suspect this is a somewhat poetic representation of what is usually called a « vicious circle ». A self-sustaining whirlwind of focus on one’s own supposed pleasures and pains.
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It could also be hinting at how contemporary (loop based music) keeps our souls confined.
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I tend to regard the terms « contemporary » and « music » as mutually exclusive.
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That made me smile, Simon…
I tend to agree with your.
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