Inside

There is a drum that beats, inside
There is a life-filled pause, inside
There is a familiar normalcy, inside
There is a foreign chaos, inside
There is a quiet that burns, inside

I have folded all
The insides my inside held
I have aired all
The receptacles I once weld

Suturing the leaves of a
Daily mess
Avoiding the unsurmountable
As if pieces of chess

Unwove the blinds
Were it not for my cloud
The conclusion of
Dreams, the dread of sound

There is a drum that beats, inside