beauty in sound

a past less left behind than i had realized

she wilts
literally
dehydrated
exhausted
vasoconstricted
every sound
moment
screeching
neighbor
amplified

she shudders
endlessly
sweating
chewing
grinding
every man
woman
gyrating
contraption
alluring

night upon night
her conquered
memory
the realisation
and denial
confounded
preventing
an objective
vision
of her own
reality

rose colored lenses
and professions
of forever
propositions
of together
the cycle is just that
endless
breathtaking

walking the very
human limbo
between
depression
and
delectation
life seeming
seven courses
edible
in thoughts
of reincarnation

and the lessons learned
carry strength
through each
passing
generation
stories told
entirely verbally
100% vocally
rejecting
literacy
for beauty
in
sound