Friday, July 23, 2021

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in the quiet of the day
when they've all gone to play,
and I'm left behind,
just me and my mind,
and the sky turning grey...

hear the loudness of the sound,
the cacophony in which we drown,
little chirps and moans,
little squeaks and groans,
once background, now foreground...

that's where the madness reaches:
from the cracks and the breaches,
from the air, from the wood,
from above, from underfoot...
that's where the madness preaches.
 

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