Voices
Shrill and piercing
voices
strong
in their convictions
soft on soft on soft on soft
flow over
water.
Breathing easy, the voices
exhale
purple grey mist
over my
eyes
over my
ears
over my
heart.
Shock
down to the
voices
that call to me
from the
music
that crawls to me from
the back...
the back of the
room
across time.
Voices, calling
Voices, singing
Voices, speaking
Voices, join to make
sounds that
make
songs that
make
Music that
that
that
that
makes
my
life
life
life
life....
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