it’s in the air
it’s in the being
our very reason
as simple as breathing
so, we grasp for distraction
and stimulation like a fever
to fill the void
to try and avoid
the gaping hole in the ether
…
trying not to listen
drown it out with any noise around
but it is the brightest
most achingly beautiful sound
it demands silence
for an audience of me
a solo rings out in want of
its harmony
- les’nspired
(excerpt from a poem written February 12, 2022)
