Faint echoes screaming
Cacophony of whispers;
Round and round and round,
This Babylon of voices.
Rise and fall orgasm, SCREAMING!
With the phantasm lurking
The sighing of a pneumatic drill,
Its comforting embrace
Is like a burbling brook;
A recognisable landmark.
Sacred, calm, centred
Within this swirling moonscape.
This alien bazaar, human shrieking,
Speaking, whispering, sighing …
Are you feeling ok?
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