Thus

What I do here
Sometimes
Feels like
Humming undetected
on a wooded path,
Singing full-throated
in a crowded hall,
Snoring obnoxiously
with the window open,
Screaming defiantly
into a pillow,
Belching rudely
in gentle company.

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