nothing I imagined
brought peace to me
like finally restraining
that yakking narrator
composing my biography
as I lived it and made me regret doing so...
his chatter is a dull distant white noise
like traffic on an interstate a mile and a half away
or a seashore rustling at the edge of sleep
that wakens me to this blessed silence....
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