Noise
It randomly picked everything it could find,
turning them into drums and drum sticks.
The drums drummed themselves to the core
of our conscience' ears,
forcing us to look for earplugs across the stars,
and in our thoughts.
We played the drums as we searched for earplugs
in desperation......
Date: 9/3/2017
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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