the noise
from their mouths.
Not noise-
you can get used to noise
have it fade into the atmosphere
like smoke
barely noticeable.
Talk talk talk
you can't block it
or shut it off
this diarrhea
of the mind
the heart
the soul.
You're constantly aware
of the babble
the chit-chat
around you
all the time.
When I die,
let my Heaven
be silence.
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