Sound
The air encapsulating sound
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay,
the sound, my enemy thus often in convey
sounds first ~ I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground,
the stance I take, my hearing so abound,
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth and justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides ~
so quiet is . . . . the instrument I chide!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2014
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