Quiet

When every somewhere

falls away and all

nowheres turn into

the main everywhere--

where is there then

to go but quiet

into here?

When love turns

to sand without

any other in view

and nobody cares

except groanings

of self--

might quiet

no thinking

deep breathing be

salve enough

to allow tomorrow?

When demands on

time money time love

time patience time

agonize the brain

choke all muscles

as deadlines approach

like freight trains

honk-honking beware

of broken futures

at whatever is you--

does a chair

still exist in

a quiet room

for a fortunate

sitting--

does air

still surround

for a breathing--

does the quiet

beneath all crash

of all brain

embrace you

for as long

for as long

for as long?

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