Sometimes, somewhere
Thoughts tend to boil up to a point
Where the degrees are not measureable
Without logical solutions
Like a koan

The sound of it engenders folly in itself
Rising, clearly, in production
Forcing creativity to stop
And just listen
To this

A calm ebullition

Go back and forth
Googols of ringing and waiting
Pounding and suffering
People may feel my infliction
But they do not know my sensitivity
And the effectiveness
And the frequency
A screech
So often

I have heard about those clowns
Taking the laughter out of children
Setting fire to the sense of being sane
Imagine the scenario of doing that to yourself

A gavage of emotions
A quiet spectacular shout
Barking at me
A bellows used for pushing, feeding
Like a torture, torment
Extortion of my inner will
But my endurance is taking over

I hear laughter
Screaming
Howling and interrupting
The process takes a while
But it is not directed towards me

An inner suffering
Created by myself
Not angry, no
Merely disappointed

A calm ebullition