Also Mutants

I Hear Noises

7-21-17

I hear noises
and I can never tell where
they're coming from.
Pipes rattling. Strangers' voices.
Rustling bushes. The selfish anger in prayers.
I'm driven by needing to know.
Curiosity becomes instinctual habit
with every headspin my neck produces.
I can withstand what I can see
but visualization isn't optional.
Existence to believe          belief exists.
If          something from somewhere,          then
         here to there.