Sit quietly now and ponder
On what happens next.
These moments so delicately
Poised amid the whispering
Miasma of all things mundane.
And soon the door to bang ,
The phone to ring
The cat to miaow
The kettle to boil,
The bones to ache,
The eyes to droop
The soul to evaporate
frightened, petrified
In the corner of your internetting
intercepting interconnecting plans and
interruptions of the days, months,
Years and into beyond.
Stay silent for a brevity moment
A focus, a purpose, a meaning
A question " What happens next?"
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