I will never not listen
Your voice like streets
Of the sea teeming
Turned over, trembling and
Tumultuous
Sometimes you’re too loud
The sounds stab through my soul,
Wound and screw us up
To stripping
Sometimes you’re too distant
Soft-padded, erased of detail
And haggard like rain-bloated sky
So far away yet anchored
To the bedrock of me.
Such a busy harbor am I
Such shouts and workings without rest
It is an effort to hear, to comprehend
World outside of me
But for you I will always listen
Straining forward for a slightest whisper
At the cost of both present and memory
Currency worth spending
To cut through the incessant clamour
Of this distraction that passes for life
To cling to the calm you can be
Speak to me, my love and lord,
Break your waves upon me:
I am listening
-Sabne Raznik
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