To Shake


In a world that lies asleep there is
a screaming mental beast in those
who hear that elusive pitch,
who feel the buzzing heat
beneath our feet.

I am afraid, it says.
I cannot get, it says
...From A to B.
It trembles silently, thinking it's alone.

I just want to be,

it whispers,
welled up in a private tear affront a closet door
picking out an outfit for the world
before it sleeps

...like everybody else.

To all who dare to hear the crackling
and think -
I did not choose this! I did not choose to shake -
Yes you did.

You are awake, my sweet. You are awake.

You'll see.

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