Then Her Voice

A poetic vibe, from 2010

Then Her Voice

Shook awake from a
dream I cannot track,
senses plundered by the
violence of dawn's crack.
Wondering about reality's illusion -
the degradation I have seen.
Cacophony of excess
in surround-sound,
a filth and grime that collects
yet is unbound.
I question whether it
is worth the pain -
then her voice breaks soft and clean...
"There is still much more for you -
so many things you need to do,
the day will come
when you can rest -
it's not arrived just yet."

Mind is racing in
the pitch of a fever,
always curious yet
still a non-believer.
Humanity's inhumanity -
absorbed in self, and yet in fear.
So much ugliness there
is no escaping,
gussied up yet
without a reshaping.
I yearn to slip into
eternal sleep -
then her voice cuts sharp and clear...
"Tranquility's not yours to claim -
so much more awaits your name,
once you're done and
your tasks complete -
you will have your peace."

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Notes…
-- “Then Her Voice” written July, 2010.
-- Unless otherwise credited, all images were created by the author, using Substack’s AI Image Generator.

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