Where in the World

There is a place in this cacophony that silences

not silence absolute

but the silence of sounds.

That place where there is no talking

by mouths automatic robotic

there are no opinions no media

no what if and why don’t you.

I love to go there I crave it

the furnace forces air

the wind makes the siding creak

a far off train bellows

there is tinnitus and breathing

only my own beating heart.

My hands quietly stop moving

my butt gives patient ache

my face falls away from muscle

my feet work to stop twitching.

 

And so the thoughts come

sliding in every which way

with fantasy, talk, worry and attention.

Here on this immense infinitely small spinning ball

do I sit, spinning with her

here in this natural noisy silence.

The ghost of past Edens celebrates with this spirit

for just a little while.

 

The eyes of the dragon are very beautiful, he said.

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