A small bubble
of conversation
that swells and grows into
a roar of indignation.
A warbled tone,
a baby's cry,
the soft, fluttering
buzz of a passing fly.
Wailing horns,
harsh, white noise,
the rush of wind,
and old wind-up toys.
The whirl of a top
as it spun wild,
the hiss of teeth,
as the Chesire Cat smiled.
Surrounded by undying noise,
an everlasting lull,
never achieving silence,
for life is never dull.
of conversation
that swells and grows into
a roar of indignation.
A warbled tone,
a baby's cry,
the soft, fluttering
buzz of a passing fly.
Wailing horns,
harsh, white noise,
the rush of wind,
and old wind-up toys.
The whirl of a top
as it spun wild,
the hiss of teeth,
as the Chesire Cat smiled.
Surrounded by undying noise,
an everlasting lull,
never achieving silence,
for life is never dull.




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