If All of Our Thoughts Were Audible

If all of our thoughts were audible, This would be a ward abuzz. You wouldn't be able to hear yourself', Much less the others. Like a thousand dice tossed about In gentle, criss-crossed, conversational confusion And all the while It is quiet too, Deceivingly so, But accepted and appreciated By this racing mind In a slow-motion body, A grace-filled gentle space too, Paradoxically, With respite and relief For this one racing mind In need of calm.