some day dreams

The noise gives way,

one day and the only day

That seems to stay

is the one that started out that way.

The day devoid of noise.

The day, made up of relative poise.

The day I awoke, deaf and asking...

What is this gift?

How did I come by it?

I heard no machine,

no quaking and reverberating thing.

I heard no bird; no chirp

No sound; no quip; no bleep; no rip

I heard no answer to the questions unasked.

I heard nothing of my last

Simple, ‘what are you?’

I just awoke

To blessed silence.

I just became a mile of visual.

I just perfected the imperfect.

I just went to sleep while awake.

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