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silence

my house is never really quiet
there is always the sound of traffic
or the knock of the
radiator
and the rattle of the windows
And that faucet…
that faucet
upstairs has a voice
like a casino waitress
a hiss really
ujjayi
before the water begins to drip

in the rare pause
when the air
is expectant
my mind
fills the void
really fills it
this is why I must spend
so much time alone
I am waiting
for my mind
to grow weary
like an exhausted child
hoping for the moment
when mind
and world
and house
are quiet
and I
am
with
the silence

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