MANY, TOO MANY

Grids of roads of streets of lines
Of dots of points of atoms of matter
Of dust and soot and stone and vapour
Heads of figures peopling everywhere
Talk of this talk of that talk of the universe
Small talk serious talk chants and prayers
Gossip sighs street talk and smiles
These ears snatch tit-bits from left and right
Waves upon waves of sound pearing thought
Needles sharp or softly wombed words
Listen and listen
Ocean of ideas well and sleep
Clogging or clearing what it is still too early to say