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Sep 2014
I listen a whisper
         I hear a shout

I hear the sound of…

         A ranting child,
                  A scolding adult,
         A crying woman,
                  A shouting man,

I do a three-sixty
         Look to the heavens,
                  Stare down at hell

I curse the confusion,
         Embrace the madness

I question my sanity,
         Answer the insanity

I only hum in the daytime,
         But sing to the night

Searching for the clues
         Without a need to solve the mystery.
Dale Vincent Deadmond
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