if i could sleep, i’d miss the night-time’s hum,
the distant rattling railway train,
the rolling empty tin.
i listen to this urban symphony
till light.
if i could sleep, i’d miss the thoughts that come
to gallop through my restless brain,
or settle down within.
that’s why i do not ask for sympathy
tonight.
When the sounds fell down, I saw your face for the first time.
Not guarded with murmers or words of pretence.
When the sounds fell down.
When the sounds fell down, I knew your name, felt your silence,
Deafening, stifling in its cloak of ignorance.
When the sounds fell down.
When the sounds fell down, I set time free for the last time.
Its wings wide and wild and shimmering with ice.
When the sounds fell down.
When the sounds fell down, the whole world swayed to a rhythm.
Feeling, not hearing at the brim of forgetting.
When the sounds fell down.
When the sounds fell down, I stopped the dance I hated.
No more steps or spins to bind my life.
Then the sounds rose up.
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