Poem: Listening 


When my head pulses 

And blood broils beneath the surface 

of my prickling skin

I swoon with weary human voices 

Beating in my brain 

Away 

Far from vacuums 

Draining my force 

And stealing my soul

I run 

Face  first into beauty 

Wrapping vision around what awaits 

There with open arms 

Then sooth the saddened beast 

By stopping 

And listening 

To the quiet music of our world 

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