I,
sometimes wonder,
when I hear,
human sound.
I,
wonder,
why is such,
allowed?
Why,
would one,
speak so passionately,
about,
nothing?
About,
this or that,
business?
About,
I.
About,
me.
And,
of course,
narrowly about,
we.
Why,
do all these humans,
speak?
They,
seem absent the ability,
to be,
silent.
To,
listen.
For,
indeed,
it would seem,
they've yet to give a cent,
to attention.
Oh,
they pay,
for everything.
Yet,
know not,
of any.
They,
exist tethered,
to sound,
absent comprehension,
of sound's,
beginning.
Be they,
simply,
more akin,
to that of a,
monkey?
Oh,
how I wonder,
of,
thee...
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