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The noise is thick, pulsating, louder than loud. A rock concert, it could be any rock concert. I can feel the music, like a warm dry wave coming out of the speakers. You think it can't get any louder, but it does. You can't hear the person next to you unless they yell. After the show, how quiet the world seems. Momentarily deaf.
August 24, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-26 at 07:21
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Marshall Stacks
The noise is thick, pulsating, louder than loud. A rock concert, it could be any rock concert. I can feel the music, like a warm dry wave coming out of the speakers. You think it can't get any louder, but it does. You can't hear the person next to you unless they yell. After the show, how quiet the world seems. Momentarily deaf.
August 24, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 630 times
Written on 2009-08-26 at 07:21
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