The voice in the other room
The murmur seems consoling, the tone, the cadence
Maybe the definitions are irrelevant, maybe the words serve to fill space
Rhythms and heartbeats and colors
Steady, continuous, aural aloe
Stimulation, rejuvenation, validation
The collection, the juxtapositions,
smoke and fog, the faint calls of sirens
Whiffs and flutters, drifting into the infinite
There's magick in those words.
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