Awaiting

Unconscious prayer
Nodding to the incessant
Rhythm of a plea
So oft repeated
It has become
One with
The noise of space
One with that indistinct buzz
In your head
Barely wavering above
The hushed voices
Sharply reprimanding
The wayward Id
And its unfortunate attempts
For attention
And yet the murmur exists
Until it is fulfilled, surpassed or
Forgotten.

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