Silence.
Empty placitude.
Echoing serene.
Silence and emptiness.
Silence.
I slowly crane my head around.
slow and perilously.
I look behind.
Everything is still.
Silence.
My limbs are ponderous, slow.
Agility avails me not.
Not here.
Not again.
Not in this world of thought.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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