Silence

Sometimes, I prefer to sit in silence

listening to my own nothingness.

I close my mouth with firm defiance

and wait to feel the world turn.

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I hover as a lingering presence –

a snowflake in the dry desert,

but without such uniqueness or luminescence,

merely out of intended place.

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Your comforts and qualms fall on deaf ears –

they are redundant, tiresome almost.

It's just something I have learnt from past years;

I want nothing more than the welcomed quiet.

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That's not to say that there isn't sound,

of voices and music and lyrics,

but I want only to listen and not be drowned

in the hum of unwanted concern.

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And if you catch me in my stillness,

excluded from the turning of the world,

don't try to make me spin, it's just useless.

Become motionless with me.

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Only, separately.