Silence is a present too precious
To shy away from-
When it sits on your doorstep,
Invite it in, and revel in the quiet, fragile
Meanings of the sound,
Like darkness of sight.
Isolated from the crashing shores of
Whimsical nonsense that
One lacks enough hours in the day for.

Don't pity or feel sorry because
They just happen not to join'¦
It's no major cigarette burn in my
Upholstery.

It's no priceless jewel,
Thrown into the ocean, not
Delicate glass to handle carefully.

My dust is caked on in thick, thick layers'¦.

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