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Listening to ...

My feelings are hard to attune
Scattered over the sphere hard to prune
At times very cheery
Warm and merry
At times a bit blurry

No signal modulator
Can confine
And define
The very originator
Of the feelings and motions of my soul
The blissful or melancholy or I’m just droll

But, I listen
Beyond the chatters of blackberries
Beyond the universe of internet galleries
Beyond the thoughts of mysteries

Beyond the throne of an ego collision
Beyond the wants and needs of illusion
I learn to listen
Quietly