Tinnitus - A Raging Discourse On Loud

the whole world is happening at the same time every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar every everything bunched up to oneness in my head I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris and tin whistle high notes playing one key in harmony that is my head, that is my thunderstorm in stereo imagine a life having to speak over an orchestra but there is a beauty and stability to hearing all the insects of the world crawling along simultaneously with every wave and fish fuzz in water wait, I think I can hear the flowers growing the leaves falling, the sand rearranging on every beach though if it can happen a little less loudly so it doesn’t fill my every second, that would be ok now, and it has taken sleeplessness, I am privy to galactic secrets, the gods are chattering all at once so I’m none the wiser for the cacophony just full of loud