Why all this noise and frustration,
the frustration of sound
when it’s coming out forced,
over so little?
Cancel out those pings and pangs,
the fiery jingle of the whole cacophony
and you hear life for what it is:
some sort of preparing silent riddle.
Not Murder the noise, but Let it be
there wherever it happens to be shouting,
like a man shouting in the street
and everyone turns confused to the man.
Let it be, the bleat of it all,
because behind even the braying
you hear when you put your ear to things
there’s the simpler saying of nothing.
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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