A silent mind,

defied by time,

in search of a rhyme

Decentralized truth quietly realized as

a sound flies by in the dead of night and yet the fracture in the silence is soon a torrent

a moment

a hornet sting the ears of a lyrical explorer,

that’s it a flash

I see it its there, but for a moment I find that the snare is not there.

The silence breads curiosity each sound an oddity,

a piece of evidence to the grander story opening before me.

The circle still exists when you are in the center.

The moment you forget you are the center, the silences removes that you here and now,

where is that sound.