What I need is a muted world,
For the noise demanding to be heard
To stop.

I need to press my mind's ear
Against the shell
Of waves already rendered and spent.

I need to concentrate
On an inner aural collage
To listen without fail.


Now I have half, I need nothing
But to trespass and collect
And arrange my nest.

But I need you.
Although I mourn, you are here
And through your inadequacy

I struggle
and love.