Sitting quietly,
listening to voices:
harsh, calm, strange—
and silent.
listening to voices:
harsh, calm, strange—
and silent.
Waiting for something
to happen, for perhaps
a miracle.
to happen, for perhaps
a miracle.
For a time when this turbulent
sea of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
sea of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
Stillness will pervade.
But before that,
there’ll be that ominous, almost
disconcerting
calm…
there’ll be that ominous, almost
disconcerting
calm…
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