Drums

Audience of one, audience of none,
have I learned to listen to my own voice,
which is not a simple one, but compound
that mingles many and can fall apart?

I'm anfang in the fangs of beginning,
always caught in the bite of beginning,
feeling the sharp cusps of the teeth of hope,
never enough impetus to escape

I do hear the wind in my own whisper,
but i…