In pale and in bloom
The silence surrounds loudly
Claiming as unbroken sound
Cares not if heard
Utters not a word
The moon sits suspended
and I look to her
as if I must do something spectacular to see
her clearly
I know I am missing this as REAL
I am not really seeing
anything
Somewhere from Zen games...
Somewhere beyond these names...
This page is a trampoline
launching me back
in