There
are voices
simply everywhere.
one of them comes from afar,
comes from the rail yard
over a bunch of loudspeakers a mile long,
sounding like it's 50 thousand watts strong
saying the most inane things
in the 3am stillness of my night
that probably nobody understands
or cares to listen to.
.
and
then there's
a voice on the corner
less than a block away.
it too is loud and quite profane,
surging with a vile sounding cackle,
saying crazy things
mostly about God and the devil
over and over
that likely no one wants to deal with
or give any satisfaction to
by listening.
.
and
there's a voice
way far deep inside of me
demanding all of my attention
by tempting me with dark genius
and telling me so many kinds of things,
but yet all at once
until it soon becomes cluttered
and
a muffled cacophany of confusion,
quickly disabling me farther
and recklessly drawing me closer
to the sharp edge of a razor blade.
.
and
there's a voice
right beside me in bed,
a warm and lovely feminine voice
so very crisp with the light of reason,
applying itself with love
rather than ambition
by asking me
if I'm all right...?
.
and
of course
there's my voice,
suddenly now
so full of confidence and calm,
even with a touch of bon vivant to it,
immediately speaking and reassuring her
that everything is just fine
.
and
couldn't be better
.
but
thanks
for merely asking.
.
.
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.
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(c)2015 Miles Ciletti