I rest as the muse watches on
Its still
Silent
The dust fairies swirl in the single bead of light
Escaping from the break in the blind
Allowing the outside world in
A slow deliberate movement of hand stirs the dust into swirls
As they travel as they do forever
Disappearing into the darkness
Then back into the light
Turbulent appears the air
But its still
Silent
Except for a steady breath
And a heartbeat
I appear to be alone
Surrounded by wings
Its June here
Winter again
A steady chill sparks the air I breathe
Icy yet unwarmed
Mingling with the dust
A dance in duet
I can see my breath
The old to bar heater warms to nothing
Barely bringing warmth
Barely bringing light
Incandescent in a hum of red
Illuminating
The shadows
As they creep
Its still
Silent
Its still
Silent
Words mean nothing
Unformed syllables go unheard
Even the scratchings
Of pencil
On parchment
Unread in the darkness
Blurred with unseeing eyes
Stacked loosely in never-ending piles
Random
Scattered pieces of unseen thought
Ramblings some said
Brilliance others
Silent
Except the words
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