NEW POETIC ORDER

T in (nit) us

My own personal blizzard,
Pulsing through the perimeter of my cochlea,
Oscillating at a decibel just within my reach,But there are no external sources to this endless melody,
Just an internal jury conversing,In impulses and chemicals, Until my case is adjourned.
Just 
An endless song with no melody 

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