Invasion @ 10h20

1.
Voices sneak inside my chest,
talking.
​(that's the thing
​about other people's voices:
you can't make them...)

​They're talking too loudly,
too many opinions.
​(that's the thing
about other people's opinions:
you can't make...)

2.
(sometimes)
crazy,
rejoicing or mourning
or (suddenly) a

​brave and strong adventurer,
​           I LAUNCH out into thin air and
                     slowly start to hear my own voice echoing
                                 loudly
                                           in the silence
                                                      outside my chest.

3.
The day leaks from my eye-sockets.

All my soggy cornflake prep-
​talk dribbles away
​and leaves a hollow place
​for other (people's) voices
​to echo inside my chest.
​

from 'Inside: singing for my heart' in Its Inside-Out & Orange