in the silence i sit to enter quickly the hive mind

it comes via those close first, are they interfering?
next i dissolve my self of their concerns and i move like the wind,

searching out novelty.

the chatter no longer becomes me as i slip

im totally established on lines that have nothing to do with me

observing what i can within my own limits.

am i seeking gain?

The taint of my approach will arise eventually...
Each melody and note becoming sacrificed to another,

unrequited biology some claim.....