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the needles, october

stillness

the ever-so-soft call of a bird
somewhere off in the canyon
the buzz of a nearby fly
and both stop

all that remains
is the remnant humming in my ears
the drone of thoughts
i quiet them, turn them down

fall into stillness, silence
hear only the color of the breeze

i hear eternity

i hear the orbit of planets
trying to escape
gravity

............................................ makete ..........................................

............................................ makete ..........................................