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Apr 2021
Nary a sound do I make
Gliding, creeping through the air
Parting each molecule with gentle care
Each movement with care do I take

Silently the stillness lies
Darkness all about
Grateful there's nobody to give a shout
Not even the babe in the cradle cries

Total quiet is what silence feeds on
Quite the opposite of deafening loudness
The sound of jackhammers and honking horns all around us
Which noise thirstily and eagerly feeds upon

Silence, pure unadulterated silence
Where even a simple pin drop can be heard
Thankfully, not even a single sound from a bird
A massaging and relaxing ambiance

Shhh, I put my fingers to my lips
Quiet, utter quiet
This deep silence is so perfect
It'll last till the small hand on my watch engages, then moves

Written by:
Jason Cheney
February 11, 2021
Jason Cheney
Written by
Jason Cheney  52/M/Chubbuck, Idaho
(52/M/Chubbuck, Idaho)   
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