Maybe the voices in your head
don’t stand a piccolo’s chance
in a herd of tubas of being heard,
but it can’t hurt to keep tuned
in to the reedy hum. Because
if every single imagined heaven
is possible, and they cancel
each other out, what happens is
that nothingness, which may be
someone’s version of heaven
but not yours so keep screaming.
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