The one-way conversation
Which went on in my head
Looked set for the duration,
But now the line’s gone dead.
Instead of all the chatter
Created by my mind,
The things which truly matter
Are all that’s left behind.
A dog’s bark in the distance,
The steps of one who nears –
Each sonance in existence
Is music to my ears.
Although it’s sometimes flat,
It’s none the worse for that.
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