Headphones

headphones

Headphones

 

I sit in my chair

with my headphones on

and the sound off.

 

The world is soft outside my ears,

the gentle brush of skin on synthetics;

but the world is loud inside my ears,

the harsh battle of observation and synthesis.

 

At odds are what I am

and what I ought to be

—St. Helens, Everest, and Marianas—

A roaring aurora.

Colors painting or rending the sky

in applause.

 

Is flying to the sun an ascent to heaven

or the folly of Daedalus’ son?

A mere trick of wax and feathers?

 

Would King Midas laugh or cry

if he could hear the sounds of

my heart, my mind, and my ears,

as I sit in my chair

with my headphones on

and the sound off?

-M.M.

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