a mile a minute

give me a song to write, a single word

to tell a story; give me a reason

for the semblance of cluttered, lonely thoughts.

give me a strong needle, through which to thread

every similar crime of consciousness.

let the pressure beating at my brain cease;

let my pulsing heart beat as expected.

bore into my skull; pick off and pour out

every thought and secret and memory.

lay them out as if a bountiful meal.

make them palatable to a person

other than i. O watcher, please, a song!

or a story, maybe a poem, or

a single verse! A treatise perhaps? Or

a novel? Maybe even a stage-play!

o watcher, quiet it! O quiet it!

let it give way to a calm, separate peace.

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