and the dialogue grows
the irreconcilable, uncontrollable creature knows
when another voice calls out
everyone screams out
for everyone else to tame
the beast that had awakened their fear
but who is left to hear?
the ongoing conversations leave me with
a funny feeling, hinting
all voices converge at some point. ’tis time
“we are here, we are here,” we chant till nine
then fly to the moon and back, wishing
that heaven listened, even as the stars glisten
but who is there to hear?