A Poem About Sounds at Night

With most of these I feel that if I sunk more time into working on them, they’d turn out much better.

Anyway, with this one I was just looking to try and capture some of the sounds I can hear at the moment.

I hope you enjoy.

Sounds reach out through the dark
Into the light in which I sit
And look to be received

I hear them move through the night
As they refute a stillness
And form their rhythms

Some of it carries a calmness
Others break in to punctuate
They all eventually disappear

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About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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