Houdini

A consistant minute hum at the back of the head.
A sharp stingy monotone.
Innumerable questions.
Proportionate failures.
Disease for the mind,
Seizures for the soul.
Pain for the heart.

Words.
Torrential rain.
Queasy snow.
Soothing, exhilarating.
Linguistics twisted for better hearing.
Tell me, is every Poet a HarryHoudini?

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