The cicadas have taken up home in my body

I couldn't sleep until I got these words out of my head, and yet my body keeps on buzzing despite writing them down

My body keeps buzzing

like the sound of 

one thousand cicadas

reborn with the spring

and I thought they would flee

with the first frost of the season

and yet there is snow falling

from the deep grey sky

and my bones keep rattling inside me 

and the cicadas never die. 

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[Green]

I too have felt this restless lately, but I love the analogy you've drawn here. It's definitely one I haven't come across before. An interesting read.