I keep noise going all day and night.
I can't even sleep in silence.
A fan waves out all the quiet
whispers of my soul, mind and heart.
I cannot hear the small voice that tells me what is so.
I cannot, will not listen to the knowledge
that is not given to to me as a gift in such a secrete way.
Listen. LISTEN. LISTEN.
HERE ME. I AM HERE!
OK now I hear you.
But it is too late.
The damage is already done.
I should have listened
to the quiet voice that was drowned out
with my fan, TV, music, phone, life...
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