Silence is his nourishment.
Music thrills his heart
and bends his happy ear.
Light in its brilliant dominance,
if not chained down by expectation
lives and lets live.
burdened and burdensome
when possessed by and of
an other's want
burns to death by overwhelming flame
as ashes and dust
go back unto themselves.
And the vacuumous, voluminous void
renders the final quiet.
Indeed, no one hears the falling tree
when perched aloft to view the forest
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