This voice

This voice that keeps telling me Too many moons Too many springs, summers, autumns, winters This voice that splinters joy into shreds of woe This voice that keeps telling me (This voice that keeps felling me) is without mother or father without vocal chords or breath. Spurious and nameless sinister and shameless This voice that keeps telling me Too many moons must be finally stilled and the silence be filled with a voice that welcomes Moons unnumbered. Too long I have slumbered under the spell $ %of this mindless voice.

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