Sometimes it is silence

that brings the most healing.

I turn off the rumbles from the moon

and screeches of the sun,

then float.

Let the hours wrap around me

in a cocoon of hands

and hoist me up.

I let the noise drip

from my limbs

into a puddle

of yesterday,

and with a slow hum

breathe in tomorrow.


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