I can hear those voices again
And I don’t know them sweet or everlasting,
But loud enough and clear,
Like an alarm in electronic mockery of the matins
Calling the sleepy, devout and the needy
in from the playful arteries of sleep
In that chaotic choir, your voice raises
Always higher, by an octave, soon to sooth and bid
Those sometime hectoring voices to be still.
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