separate voices



Parts of my brain

have forgotten how to

speak to other parts 

of my brain, 

my harsh neutral land

that’s home to no one


i became aware

of this communication breakdown 

on a peculiar day, 

the summer sky deep and hollow


i began to hear in that blue emptiness

different tones and timbres;

began to count voices and opinions

none authentic to me

but it became my job to arbitrate 

these separate voices,

that don’t speak the same language


it’s hard to understand