Saturday, November 30, 2013


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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