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How can they not
   hear
the screaming loudness? It's a
   cry that beseiges
me, the Simon and Garfunkel rock
worn
by the endless crashing waves
thudding
pounding
easily
as there are no coral reefs or massives stones in the
lee
of which I might lay. How
can they not feel the sheer
volume that
echos
in ways that
drowned
the thunderclap? How
can they not know they
shout
into souls so that they might be heard?

Can everyone be quiet for a
while
and let me hear me
free
from the contatony of souls
washing up on the shores
suffocating as crude spilled on the beach.