Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Stillness

The ragged moneylender, is changed to a different fit, and the evening appeals in relative nakedness, to a temporal pursuit, curtains drawn against the recent, closure against an attempted conqueror, in the time of a barren stillness, yet he is still to the moment, without trepidation or dread. And all over the air, the phantoms present, and often there is nothing said, when the words have been spoken, in the reliance on emptiness, in a twitchy time of fear of a moment, and then suggestion of diversion, that will take and steal from time, and the barren stillness, will become the peaceful stillness, and the moment will be absorbed into the living stream, and other eyes will settle upon the peace and will be drawn, be drawn to the same stillness.

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