In stillness, together.

Can you hear me?

My quiet hymn.

How I long

to sing you

her silence.

But desire, distorts.

Dread of imperceptibility, contorts.

My souls song

sped up.

Forced words

fill a space


stay empty.

Let go, I must.

Let go, I trust.

To hear her is enough.

To have you hear her too?

Proves we exist

in stillness,


Inaudible to most

but not each other.

. _ . _ . _ .

(photo credit :: Glen Carrie)

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