Printing Press Voices

A printing press, printing the same word

The hand crank turns, round and round 

Pages pass through rollers, a pile begins to form

The silence of dried ink screams in my head, quiet’s overpowering voice

Other thoughts clash – they fight, they dance – both wanting to take the lead

Unable to change the message, easier to succumb than believe

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