by Thomas E. Squiers
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The ticking of the clock
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The ticking of the clock
The barking of the dogs
The wind
-- all make themselves known
and I notice them all
wishing I could divert my attention elsewhere
Noise
It is everywhere today
And my mind seems magnetized
toward everything in its path
Escaping
For a moment I pretend
For a moment I am elsewhere
-- on an island with clear waters
and warmth on my body
and silence - Sweet Silence
The bipolar waves crash around me
I am paralyzed for a moment
I begin to sink
-- the waters are deep
I lack buoyancy
Alas! I begin to float up
Noise
It is everywhere today
And yet I work to escape it
knowing the day has an end
