sound
is vast
and inevitable
always signifying
something
the start
of a school day
or cars
retreating
to the embrace
of the suburbs
when a thousand
minor variations
on a theme
are complete
all of them
are intrusions
loud and obvious
they want
too much
attention
even
the slightest motion
stirs them
into a frenzy
again
but if
we are still
they will
subside
slowly consumed
by silence
until
there is nothing
but suggestion
and possibility
suspended
in a breath
that fears
to provoke
or revoke
this perfect moment
when everything
seems to look upon us
with awe.
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