Sonnet from the Porch de Guise

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The word for today is 'glossolalia'
Today's stiff gusts of unrelated texts
white-squall into an incoherent din,
a glossolalia that the mind rejects
seeking instead a panic room within,
a simple, candle-lit and ohm-filled space;
Anne Franking oneself from the shrieking shills
of retail sales; and sending any trace
of 'business English' heading for the hills.
And when at last life's lavish lexicon
is banished, when my hyperactive brain
divines its rallentando, noises gone
to heaven, may one simple tune remain
with words which are not words, which angels sang:
'Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang.'