Insanity

Water dripping in the background, hitting the cold, hard 
floor
Voices, so many voices all around me, echoing in the empty 
silence
All fading to one, and back again to many, below and above 
the water drips

Silence . . . Voices . . . and the dripping-


drip . . . drip . . . drip . . . 
water falling all at once, and back to one 
drip . . . drip . . . drip . . .

Silence, Voices – this is insanity – 

	When the clock strikes twelve, it is really 3
	When the clock strikes nine, it is really 7
	When the clock breaks, all is silent
	

Silence pounding in my ears now, I understand 
deafening silence all I can hear is silence drowning out 
everything 

Dripping water, Voices – this is insanity –

	so . . . listen closely, it is louder than the voices, 
more thunderous than the silence listen you will hear
























drip . . . drip . . . drip . . .