Voices
you talk to me.
and i try to hear.
your words would know me
if my mind did not resist.
what do you expect?
that we should conflict?
that we should connect?
or merely titillate?
except we are from different worlds;
or rather you are from a world
and i am from no world at all
but the interstices of many.
my mind can not organize
for you to define in your cosmopolitan ways.
so how am i to speak
for you to see me?
or should i ignore you and recluse?
yet i crave you
and the presence of speech other than my own
to drive away the madness.
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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