Oscillating Fans

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clutching at my dampened sheet, staring up at alabaster, I hear voices from the street, I see faces in the plaster Oscillating fans repeat phrases set to fast or faster My TV transmits discreet messages through one newscaster As I do the wash again, I can faintly hear a choir singing in the final spin One word cycles from the dryer Taking note at breakfast when eggs act as a clarifier for the face of Christ therein, I consume my edifier! I'm aware I recognize traits that I, myself, have got - noises, noses, voices, eyes - whether they are there or not ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~