I could hear it faintly
but I don’t think I trust it
these times of peace
is my sense not suitable to breathe
my experience not believed?
am I better in youth on paper
cold to anything too deep
rather than the adult who feels
dreaming of more than me
collective of dreams
among the first to see
what is not spoken
outright quoted and boasted
mainstream frequencies
too dangerous to free
any questions of why
how or where is the ideal
lost in translation by not listening
to why you had to share
what you knew in the first place.