Listening, the noises surround
a mass of words,
or worlds
range is endless, unexpected
no language connected, a blur
an instant
a second
ring, continue, frequency
crack, creak, constant.
Silence a loud call
thoughts loud as a concert
seconds of a watch
click of pens
a sneeze
chopped carrots
rain fall
sun rays
wind carries
air movements send messages
waves fill the atmosphere
voices in heads
characters speaking
What language do you think in?
Thoughts hoped to be sent
telepathy focus
music beats
voices heard
an unobtainable goal
but with no noise,
how does it feel?


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