In the blur of daylong thought
again and again have I sought
silence, sharp and crystal clear;
all muttering comes to naught.
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I like it.
it reminds me of biking home after school.
it’s been so loud & chaotic in the classroom,
that being in motion in the air seems like silent meditation.
and I can’t complain- or even think.
that facility has been overcome.
all that’s left is a short melody,
phrase, or song. (Usually child-like, such as “I’m a bad academic, always in a panic.”)