Chatter in the Brain

Chatter in the brain,
that creative mush
of swirls and triggers.
Fingers run and bounce the keys,
trying to convey

a message from that
inner place, inside this
bigger space
of people.

Loudly occupying,
talking, conveying 
their messages.

With strings and bows,
hairs and spit and springs,
rows of sound
and chatter.

I save my parcels,
bits and pieces
of the whole 
that I withdraw,
slowly

slowly.

The End

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