The ultimate oxymoron turned up to the max
Blaring past the unofficial facts
Even the silence is loud as I find myself stuck between the absence of there and now
Voices sing
Voices talk
and somewhere in between even the quiet has its own bounce
Monkey brains!
That's what I call it
The ritualistic swing from the branches that are my thoughts
Deep slumber is sometimes an out
but there within the dusty recesses of my mind I still shout
There is no escape from the silent noise
Only the magic of mastering a balanced state
EJW
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