There's a voice that hides
with message plain
"IT STILL IS NOT ENOUGH"
No matter how the
phrases turn
"THEY LACK THE FINER STUFF"
It sits in judgment
undeterred
to flame and scold unbound
To speak when I'm
inopportune
—and turn me inside out
(Dreamsleep: June,2022)
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