NOT I
I haven't exactly been faithful
to things that have come my
way. A fanciful Jesus, on an
oak-tree leaf. Ther's too much
clack and chatter, noises, no
relief. Leaving all that for a
moment, I still try to respond.
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The voice from within grows
major with din. Hearing is lost
in the listen, and louder noises
grow. It is all I can do to keep
up - transcribing a diction I
so little know.
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