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




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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