Explaining Silence
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Slowing down, to more clearly see
around, the world created, mind-made
related, consistent, so come with the
instant editing. For instance,
meditating, memories of past stories,
worries, & triumph to wonder what if.
Still here, & the coast is clear, more
miles to go, lookout on the radar, shady
shapes over there. Live it for the digits,
binary, & the territory, infamous dis’, a
record verses vinyl EP, so you see. I
see you, & within the mirror dissolved,
the riddle solved. Playground balls, roll
away, sequel to a trilogy, think of me;
I’ve got this locked. The door, so there
will be no more, words, verbs, action
symbolizing the compromising. So,
don’t tell anybody, I got a secret key,
for the right time, for an inappropriate
rhyme, & time to straighten out in
silent mode; yet what if I forgot to turn
off the stove. Boom so soon? Zoom &
goes vroom? Sounds point, & angles
meet at the joint, community meeting,
without enough seating. Full crowd,
packed venue, uh oh, now what do we
do? No more money, a lot of dough
though. To bake up a cake, pastry talk,
& walk up to the nice man who did
what I told him to do. So now you
know, & the flowers grow, you do not
want it with the kid. School bus
rebellion, selling lollipops to the cops,
a new hit, for a new pair of shoes.
Some clever wit, for the old to once
again know you. I lost focus &
presented to you a lotus, symbol of
within, with no reference to sin. Only
suffering dissipated, separated, &
music hesitated. A pause, nah I’ll
continue, for this is for you to find. 7
1/2 billion in mind, to see this on a web
page, but quite the contrary, will not be
enraged. 43 minutes to go, pop a
potion, for a notion to open the purse,
take the gold, & break the mold. I can’t
help it, calling or not, my money clip,
stalling for another buzz. Okay, I no
longer can read these words, I can’t see
the birds, & the curves are perfect. So,
why delay it today? Most likely,
because I’ll be sleeping, or beating you
at chess; with a blue pawn. The genesis
of the Universe would only curse the
collision to be born. It was sworn, if
I’m truly harming anyone by writing
this, either tell me, sue me, or make me
stop. As of this moment, I want to
continue to press the keyboard buttons
to see, me & you; framed on the desk,
next? 3 to 9, dime to quarter; sort of.
Front this, offer cannot be refused?
Open another one. Go ahead, dead to
life, the range of states in being,
opposites false, when birth is replaced.
Stay with this Dan, I think I can, or
maybe them, but sooner or later I will
have to use names. To let you know,
within the silent theory, weary, & my
eyes are not teary. I don’t have
anything? Answer, “No”. They just
gave me something. Descending or
trending, the way a haze can turn life
into a maze, 5:00 AM pills. The
everyday drill, dentist crown, or around
a pessimistic sound. Getting up, the
routine. One: telling myself what’s up.
Two: keep it all clean. Three: look
outside for trees. Four: unlock the door
& light up another smoke. Five: poke
the cat to see if he’s still alive. Six: fix
up some coffee. Seven: become
irrelevant. Eight: Get straight. Nine:
Fine, I don’t like this. I’ll publish it
anyway, just because I’m going to
move the mouse & click on the Publish
button now.
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