.
.
The most intimate
Whispers must be yelled
Loudly and clearly
Distinctly pronounced
And still there are gaps
For your mind to fill in
Who knows what you hear
Your mind is too quick
The acoustic spaces are filled
Wrong words interpreted
To assume minor fears
In the murmurs between
Only part do you catch
But so fast is your mind
That all unawares
Audio space unheard really
Empty or blurred
Seems no longer there
Ideas are lost
Feelings are hurt
Care is deflected
Cochlear confusion supreme
Misplaced fury
Swirls ’round
At the chaos profound
Decisions are made
And stubbornly have stayed
Useless to explain
All meaning through
Vestibular understanding
Is gone quite lost
Too involved feeling pain
It’s the stubbornness
That impairs
With foolish pride
As a filter
All changed is the essence
Of everything I say
It hurts quite a bit
Knowing your secret thoughts
Given away by replacing
Your audio censored
By hearing not there
Much easier to say nothing
To ignore the spectrum missing
But that is not right
Clarity and understanding
Are worth the painful fight
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Bear … 02.06.2014
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