To anyone?
Everything has already been heard.
Truly
Nothing is left hanging--
Left dangling
Awkwardly.
But even wordlessness
Sounds and rings in my ears.
The silence vibrates.
It hums in syncopated breaths
With anticipatory intensity.
When does it all become placid?
When does the world become still?
A flat, windless, and calm surface--
With its depths darkly hidden and
Draped by its smooth, rhythmless serenity.
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