Shhhhh

The quiet is deep
Bottomless
A well of silence
That speaks to me

Of trees
And howling gales
Whispers to injustice
Shouts out beauty

A gossamer cocoon
In a world I’ve spun
Suspended from stars
That grind away in terrible magnificence

Feeding me lines
Which I scrawl in black ink
Filling space with darkness
A silken shroud for my quiet place

Those who sit still enough can see
The words are a void
Mere blank spaces

Those who know can see
I’m in the silence
And it’s there that they meet me

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