Saturday, March 10, 2012
March 8
Although I shout in whispers no one seems to hear.
I dial and it keeps ringing but the empty sky is clear.
I walk around in circles banging on a drum,
but for all my earnest effort I might just as well be dumb.
No answer, and there cannot be, no answer would suffice;
but just to know that someone hears my shouting would be nice.
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