a crescendo
somewhere
far off
a cacophony
somewhere
closer
depending on
where you are
and where i
stand
never
muted
never
diluted
pure form
sublime
silken
soft
with
jagged edges
those sounds
your sounds
i hear
sometimes
from behind the walls
sometimes
from the universe
underground
sometimes
falling
from above
like stars
rain
hopes
dreams
wishes
certain words
flying
with wings
some
crawling
beneath
my skin
some sounds
those sounds
your sounds
come at me
sideways
crashing into me
before i can turn
spread my arms
and say
slow down
why this frenzy
you know you are
welcome
but those sounds
your sounds
can't hear
they raise
and rise
like a crescendo
cacophonic
somewhere
far off
somewhere
close
depending
on where
you are
and where
i stand
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