My World
There is a noise out there
faint
barely heard
but registered
I don’t know
what’s making it
or how far away it is
but it is now
part of my world
as real as my chair
as real as my thoughts
I have no control over it
I cannot switch it off
turn it down
or turn it up
which begs the question
how big
or small
is my world.
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