through the strident
sibilating
crystal shards
of my splintered repose
this whistling top
internal
chthonian skirl
igneous and
immutable
affords
no hope of slumber
no amplitude
for the nocturnal comfort
of a lovers shallow breathing
under the covers
with the tickety clock
and now even I would welcome
the dulled drone
of passing cars
and their less predictable
transit
but they as one
become obscured
by the sine wave intrusion
of these relentless hertz
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