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I Can Hear It

I can hear it. I cannot see it, I'd rather not. I'd rather not know. Voices of reason, frightful howls, chatter that gives some away. It is so easily grasped on the other side of the room or in the centre of the room while I stay in a trusty corner. My corner gives me space to recede from the centre of the room or from the other side of the room, so I recede, and I'd rather not see. The details are not clear but they're giving a lot of it away, I more or less know. I cannot see it, I will not look. But God, how clearly I can hear ! 17th July 2018

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 7/19/2018 8:37:00 PM

Gripping (my chair, in the far corner) ;) xomo

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/18/2018 9:04:00 AM

This is really good. The corner does offer its own perspective. This who occupy the centre of the room need to be seen while those in the corners prefer to observe. I have always liked corner people.

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/11/2018 3:01:00 AM

I may be both, and/or neither.

Lyric Man

Date: 7/18/2018 8:22:00 AM

The voices of reason in ones head can be loud and relentless!