The Void
The corner of 4th street & Montana rests so silently,
You could easily mistaken the buzz from the hovering lamp post
For Brobdinganian wasp hives, busy at work
The corner of 4th street & Montana sits so perfectly still
You could toot and hum your favorite song
And it'd blare out the power of a Royal Orchestra
It's overwhelmingly quiet.
My pulse bangs congas in my ears, and only here
I'm deluged with the truth of our humanoid illusion
We gallop through our time
Self-credited a ruling race
"Gigantic" and "Empowered"
Because we make like we know
But out here - where speech holds no significance or participation
In a motionless, inaudible void; partnered with one mind
We all stand befuddled
Where am I?
<Deleted User> (13762)
Wed 18th Jan 2017 12:14
Yikes, caught me out there too Graham! Well I did say it was a tongue twister. I'm not going to attempt to type it again!