Late Night Quiet

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Silence on a Sleepless Night

A dreadful, heavy thing – silence without sleep.
In the cacophony of a single heart beating
I feel the blood in my lips.
My arms, hollow as armor,
Listening to my own self-contained, continuous form
Creating a din in space
As though to scare the crows away.
Silence hums as well.
If you’ve ever sat in silence you know the sound
Of an infinite number of invisible waves
Wrapping around you in contours
Because you are the stone in the way of the current.
I am the reason for the sounds of silence
I am here to hear it
And harmonize.

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