as slow as the heart beats
in a void of no feeling
so does life breathe
in a space with no air
even as the sounds emanate
and the echo returns
from the void of months of waiting
so does understanding
i sit here
under this atomic tree
lost in a whirlwind of explanations
unable to tune in.
stilled by the seeds of contemplation
my mind finds a new river
that froths in its fury of journeys
and settles into a calm stream.
i wait here for the oceans solace
and the escape from the turbulence
of knowing the words of the world
and the silence that resides in me.
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