do you feel
the burning
burning desire
to write
enflaming
heart engulfing
senses?
bursting
into spontaneous
combustion
I do not
smoulder
I write
I hear not
my voice
when writing
I am too
busy writing
to listen
with so many
pathos styles themes
voices to hear
I do not listen
to my own voice writing
there are too many
other voices
to waiting hear
quick listen
other voices
murmuring
whispering
shouting
to hear
quick listen
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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