Your silence speaks to mine,
greets good morning, makes
green tea with honey.
Blink, your loose tee. Blink,
your pile of homework.
Future arrived early.
One bird on the window
maintains its thin balance
as if the wood shed
its state of being, light
lighter than photons.
And time dissolves its
firmness. Isotopes
of nothingness roam
from the room of sleep
on whose door sways
Disturbance Shall Be
Treated With Silence
to the room of hush
whose door is ajar.
And you stir them all,
dutifully theirs.
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