breathing in and out breathing in and out so many words the beginning and ending of the worlds words the eternal loop from word to word and to the sound of silence the sound of silence that overlaps a lot of beginnings and endings of words words and again words a lot of words and voices a lot of talking, talking and talking
a lot of a lot of things the sound of eyes closing lids clashing, open and shut open and shut, open and shut foots hitting the ground left and right, left foot coming after the right and the same over and over and over and over and over the beginning of the breath that goes in to the ending of an exhale, breathe out and in and out and in wind over wind, that speaks and speaks and speaks to me and at last the last clashing of the lids eyes shut to blank silence a vision less vision in a tubular void in the dark, and sound of silence getting louder and louder and louder it is never quiet in my mind and self that envies the ability of a needle in a clock to move on second to second and not dwell in the past