Stuttering voices echo

Across an empty cavern

Spectral forms

Sing from the shadows

Hammer falls

Sound a rhythmic beat

Clattering distractions

Drive mindless reflection

The sound of the morning

In its natural form

Is dulled by imagination

Still…

The absence of conversation,

Is a relief,

So please don’t join me,

As I sit quietly

In the darkness of ten thousand blaring lights