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  • 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.
    .
    .
    ~~~~~~~~
    .
    .
    (c)2015 Miles Ciletti
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