A Conversation of Many

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How loudly you speak, all at once.
Like that of the tree frog, proclaiming its song against the dark night.
To what do we owe this visit; surely not have we met?

How loudly we speak, all at once.
Like that of many drops of rain to corrugated roof tops.
To whom do we owe the thanks; surely it has been given upon deaf ears?


How loudly they speak, all at once.
Like cacophony; utterance of one and all.
To this we owe the visit and thanks; for we've met yet never heard?


How loudly I speak, all at once.
Like that of the tree frog, drops of rain; cacophony...
For ‘tis I that visit; lost in a conversation of many…
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