There’s a Thousand Galaxies Left to be Heard, If You’d Just Keep Your Mouth Shut
There’s a revolution to be had
in our moments of silence.
What has your existence become
if you’ve compressed your core being
to just your persistent speech.
Your thin shrill voice
should not be inherited into this earth.
You will never listen-
that’s why you don’t know
the burden carried by a tree,
or what brings joy to a cricket
or even the growing pains
of your own bones.
But what’s to expect
When your voice only grows louder as another sound
infiltrates your hearing field.
Enough to not ever be able to find out your standing in comparison to this world or perhaps just enough to allow my snappy judgment over who you are.