Sunday, August 7, 2022


 Desert Silence

The dead silence of the desert

Draws us here for the serenity

But most cannot bear for long

Such soundless deaf austerity

Sometimes it’s so quiet

I start to hear things

That aren’t really there

Just to fill in the void

Brain unable to weather

The utter absconsion of sound

From this scorching desolation

Unfurling to brown mountains 

In far off hazy distances

It gets to be too much

I have to retreat 

From all the noise

And return to the benign 

Tumult of life as we know it


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