#737 - the noise in my head where we are

 

8.i.22

737

3.8

the noise in my head where we are

 

all at once voices

and each of them god

I’ll call conversation

though nobody else is here

 

‘who are you?’

they taunt

and

‘think you are?’

 

breeze in one ear and out

egging on

never get a story told

never say to think and thank

 

I have a certain shape in mind

moons are brightest here

and I roll sea-like

wash up where

ear to conch am

 

I must have music wherever I go

and the silence must be mine

 

it’s just some far and further star

another world goes round