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.
I Feel Shadows 