Sonnet #4

by dave
It's become voice against thoughts and the thoughts feel neglected supremely though sublimely I tell myself in my voice that the thoughts are content with voice, the life experiment is exactly (the drone when it appears) in thoughts but only if my voice can subject itself, which rarely happens In pure thought the voice disappears, though, through some anti-chemical process of inhibitors. That's what they told me, anyhow as I sat hearing voices and now I can imagine a third-story window overlooking the sound of a transformation