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Imaginary Sounds
2.26.13
chantel charis davis
Imaginary Sounds
every breath i draw
sends a trickle of cool air
down my neck and shoulders
haunting tunes string from
the music i’m already listening
everything has an echo
imaginary sounds ricochet
from the titanium walls
inside my brain in my skull
cartilage receives the vibration
and on it goes till never
no, not never, but forever
the only peace of mind
is to let them continue
and not complain ever
no, not ever but never
never complain about it
listen and feel the inside
It pounds my bones
Until I will never forget
It makes me wonder wildly
Where will they end?
No, Be put to end? No,
When will they be put to end?
I don’t mind imaginary sounds
But they are in my mind
And my mind minds them
They are things that I
Cannot understand
It’s imaginary sound
It is like GOD almost
THings so wonderful
But yet unseen and yet felt
Not tangible yet require faith
I cannot fathom God
And all His sound
That would be so real
It would seem imaginary
He supplieth my need
My need of belief
And trust and faith
So that I may return it
How mysterious he is
He makes imaginary sounds
Just for me to hear alone
Maybe He listens along?
And can’t stand it either
But it is real to Him
I’m sure nothing is fake
But this isn’t either
The imagination is quite real
Or I wouldn’t be feeling
Just exactly what I feel
Which is dancing
Pounds of little dancers
All softly padding
My skull’s lining
As notes and sounds
Light up the brain and eyes
Imaginary sounds tell lies
But are they lies? No, they are not
Each sound is real
They are true for me
They are what I feel-
Imaginary sounds