playing out a string
exhausting a line of thought
is bound at some point
to lead to diminishing returns
but who is wise and strong enough
to keep silent?
who dares walk the wilderness
without the accustomed crutches?
I quiver with everyone else
when a large winged shadow sweeps the ground
and when it's gone I also come out to play
happy and grateful it wasn't my turn yet to go
but knowing someday it will be
I savor the silence and exalt the finish of these thoughts...
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