noise
when my mind is gaping
open to seduction by poetic thoughts
any noise is like a stun grenade
rattling hail around a sun shower
breaking dishes best served with silver
STOP
THAT
BLOODY
NOISE
listen to the illusive will o’ the wisp lisp
of voices beyond choices
extra-cranial in their introspection
the prolapse of a mind in depth defined
and all thought proscribed by thought
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