Text 4 Mar The Silence

It’s the silence I love most—

all worries and taboos

dissolve here in my silence.

They drift and wither away,

gray ash rising from heat.

It’s warm here in my silence.

I’m drifting too, and I wilt

to stasis of unseen blooms,

sweet betterment, alone.

I can bury myself in this silence,

I can sink into its depths

where nothingness awaits.

My precious silence.

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