the whispers of the oddly busy sounding night
such an ear piercing whistle
it hypnotizes my consciousness
beyond all the other sounds
i chose to keep my ears open for one such wonder
it fills my head with thoughts so abstract to ponder
yet the mysterious frequency calls me
if one were to give their souls
an almost impossible chance to roam free
they who fly would hear a melody
such a tantalizing yet subliminal song
it whispers words of woes
wet cheeks stings and reddens
for those who live in a different dimension
you were not called to dance with me
repeated ringings coming from beyond the night
ever so slightly, i feel like i'm there
2021.6.19
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A Bed Made of Spiders
Non-Fictionpoems and pondered thoughts about my self-made agonizing world
