A Temporal Peace.

A Temporal Peace.

Somewhere in the

middle of a room,
away from windows,

my eyes to the world,
seperate from news

rolled tight at my door,
all radios and T.V. off,
no talking heads

spouting negative pain,
no salesmen cross

my padlocked fence,
and groves of massive trees
block out all sound.

I am surrounded

by deep woods
and snugly hid away,
my walls in heavy

carpet, ceiling too,
the floors in shag,
accoustically sound dies,
only my breathing
and my heartbeat rise,
I squat within a

sunbeam dancing bright,
I find a peace

on this earth
far to few,
can find in

any other place

and ponder all the

noise I soon must face,
when needs demand

I exit through that door,
but for now I bask

in dust motes

and stretch out,
till in an hour

nothing's heard

but snores,
somewhere in

the middle

of a room.


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pbwriterchick 6 years ago

sounds peaceful... a good place to be :)

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