Still and Silent
November 7, 2011
I wish I had a place
To be still and silent
Where my body would turn to tumbles of roots and bark and branch
And I could unaffectedly view life walking by me,
A downed, knotty tree,
A part of the daily scenery,
Unmoving,
With my lack of potential to grow, a sad, finished fact.
As still as earth.
Still. Silent.
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