Clutter

I had a tough day, so many places,situations,people,things, and transactions to receive and pay, that I forgot which was what,when and where, it was all cacophony, whether I heard it here or there, All shrilled at first nagging me hard, It was all mental, there was no real singing bard, As I grew tired of making meaning, nothing came up for clear, the shrill turned into thick preening, I still tried to hear the important ones, unimportant mixed in badly jammed, They were all different from original tones, As my energy sapped further, and the mind grew numb, the cacophony was a hum growing farther, finally I succumbed to a sleepy brain, dreams came about which I could not hear, in an unending train, the memory tapes were not erased, they remained as they were, yesterday's clutter would tomorrow still graze.