can you hear me ?

can you hear me ?

there were people congregated

in the vestibule

conversing about things

of no particular consequence

and the light softly filtered in

through the blinds

yet there was an opaqueness

that prevailed in the air

as the noise of voice

hung

loomed

for no one heard

what was being spoken

there was and can be no symphony

when all the instruments are playing

from an un-scored blankness

in thanklessness

with no empathy

to belong

for the song of life

travels the road of the solitary

embracing it’s self for company

voicing questions

knowing that the answers

and the dancers

are but delusions

of it’s own spawning

and with the dawning

of each new day

one awakens again

but to play another soliloquy

for one’s own eclectic enjoyment

disconnected

with but a suspect of reality

and they pretend to hear a drum

that they say sums up their reason

and the dialogue flows on

betwixt self and that other guy

called me

for no one hears but no one

and as i sit

amidst the subterfuge

of what belies about me

and within me

i seek to sort

meaning from it all

as i feel the jadedness

of the square syllables

ambling through the air

looking for an ear

to call home

but all the doors are busy

listening to their own squeaking hinges

crying to be oiled

by a reason of their own making

that simply asks

in it’s universal bequestering

still sequestering and answer

to this simple request

can you hear me ?

© 24 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.