Through the Windows of Silence

Through the Windows of Silence 

By now, the years have steamrolled 

under the weight of time’s passage, 

leaving only burrows to suffice.

Yet, I am here now leaning into 

my life through the windows of silence. 

For left to my own devices,

I have had no other choice 

than to embark on a scattered 

stone path, littered with 

detours into the world’s 

mournful cacophony.

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Still, it is only through the windows of silence 

that I have at last discovered a remedy, 

as striking as fire sparking 

from those first two sticks 

joined together in the revelry of flames. 

Each window’s opening is precious,

a grateful gift of solace, 

ever beckoning…

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