The Peculiar Silence
The peculiar silence
of the aged.
The entirety of the mountain
before the dawn.
Time, frozen and meditating
Over hard earned memories
Adrift and unabsorbing
Gazes, dry
the dampness inward
The fragile steps, one
against the other, watch
the earth moving underneath
and the wanton world
rustling, beside
The inquisitiveness, the laughter
and the slices of sky, move
from an armchair to bed
and to the
rainless windows
The tragedy of being alive
with a child within
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