What is the soundtrack
to this constant disorder
and while the curve of this orb
sings the tune of its oddity
I am crushed by every second of perplexity —
The white impermanent clouds
the bus ride
all the new babies
The bullet chases me since birth
when the kingdom of noise prospered
I see streaks of light beyond my window
I’m not my own voice
fear is of the length of words
peace is murmuring for me
as intensely as undisturbed rain
over wide mountain ranges