Numb

words on paper
i can't find the meaning in them.
maybe it's more that
i don't know anymore
what to say
or think
or anything
other than to just be still
and watch
without thinking.

there are a lot of things
listed in the making.
true.
but none
as exciting
as it seems.
complete. satisfying.

I couldn't tell you if that's what is happening
I imagine tiny rooms
behind whose doors
great machines
whir and click and tap
out information
the sound overwhelming
if one is opened.
But here,
in the center,
the mind is calm,
muffled,
almost numb.

I sit in the carpeted hallway.
The walls brown.
doors closed against the sounds.
One will open
when I need something.

Warm.
Sun streams down.  My
back captures the beam
throwing my shadow against
the floor in sharp relief.

Dust motes fall.


Don't stir.  Breathe.


Sit quietly.
Don't think.
That's the way.

Calm.  The waters are calm as the sun sinks.

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