Wow, got home from first choir practice of the season and forgot to post my already-written poem. At least this gives me a chance to spruce it up.
Fool me at all
Fool myself, shame
on me. Listen!
Listen to my Muse
who infuses spirit,
wrenching right from
wrong, meaning out
of nonsense. That
still, small voice
yields more than all
those shouts banging
around my mind.
Pray, pray for each
moment, each small
touch to break through
every moment
every day.
64/100
all the voices in my head 
Yes! May we all have the prescience of mind to listen to our muses, to quiet that banging if only a moment, and follow through.