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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