On My Floor: Noise…

Storm on the Sea

Here in the ambient noise
Breezing freely through my hairy skull
As though I were a sponge-head

Then the surface noise
Dives roughly into my calm soul
As though I were a river-mind

And my peace slipping
Dragged easily into my knotted stomach
As though it were a bar of soap

Please…

Put the soap into the sponge
Then the twins in the river to foam
Wash the noises into these words

Thank You.

P.S.: Calm at the centre of the chaos.

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