The voice deep inside my ear
Releases an abundance of noise,
A constant battle of sound lures
War to my bed.

There is no blockade for
This year long masterpiece,
In which the viewing makes a man tremble
In his descent to real earth.

He hears what is truly there
Beneath the earth yet so above,
Screams and drama shake the waters but
You must shake my waters to escape.

                      

Another bed holds sanctuary
A sacred place to push out the voices,
Oh so terribly violent is my head
An internal part but never letting go.

The stairs are more like home
I can thrash my head against opposing walls,
Only to have them reach out and pretend
Something is just a part of us.



A real rush
A real stagnant noise,
What can reside in such noise?
What could withstand such a beating?

It’s worse than any abuse though
It’s weaker than any true reality,
Is the skull so fragile to let something so savage in?
Do the walls see what there is or immerse themselves in other reality?



The reality.
The reality no one sees reality.

But the reality everyone feels reality.
The reality that connects us all reality.

Relatable reality.
Hopeful reality.

Wonder reality.