I sit discussing things of value that might not mean anything at all
Politics and art such things that vary from time to time
We holler aloud in our silent space giving ear to each other
Our spoken words absent of sound, heard
Never ceasing to stop this conversation, endless
Weather or not these friends of mine are real I do not dwell in
They listen well and that is why they are with me
All of us together form a single body
They are always around
No need to call them
No need to wait for them
Transparent to time
Mirrored from me
Lending their hand for help
I'm fine with these voices in my head
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