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to whom my voice belongs
topop

There loiters no public notion in my voice.
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It sails quietly on rough water,
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It breathes deep through tick curtains of air.
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My voice is as free as the mind of a child,
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roaming the deep forests in hunger,
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finding who it may.
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No energy powers my voice,
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my voice is a force,
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my voice powers itself,
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itself.
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All that floats along the air of my voice,
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a Matrix of green numbers,
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funnels into others
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decoding itself to strangely familiar ears.
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At times though my voice is as loud as silence,
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screaming through the air,
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tumbling to the ground,
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halfway through flight.
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Sometimes my voice is the collection of many,
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usually, though,
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its my own.
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22 Oct 06

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line 15 is a bit too obvious an oxymoron or a poetic paradox i would say...

otherwise, prefer it's for its on line 21.

line 3 : tick or thick ?

i quite like the exploration of the topic - read you maybe
 — greenmantle

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