Closer

Play a song for me, a pleasing sound that stays

A slowly crashing wave

A dark blue shadow in the afternoon

The monotone moontone is moving in time

I hear the hum. It hides me well.

Erupting timidly, a mountain of voices hoods my head

Covering my eyes to help me see with other senses

Faint.

I’ll dip my head and swim beneath the heavy, insistent instruments

Drenched, I’ll dance without drowning

I’m embraced by maternal noise

Every sound will join in, and nothing will get through

Still.

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