quiet the
quiet the voices
quiet the
quiet the voices.
chattering on
chattering, on
the pattern of waves
a thumbprint of sounds
they tangle and jangle
tick tick ticking through my brain
chattering on
chattering, on
round and round
round
andround
echoing in spheres
through the crevices of my craneium
so hole they fill me, and spill like thunderheads
out the fissures of my face
they billow
into my room
into my home
my home full of spheres
my home of spheres.
chattering on
chattering, on
bursting the windows
stilling the noise
quieting the chaos
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