I close my eyes while sitting real still
And life starts to move in pulses and rhythm
And something gets stirred, wanting to burst
And if I pause enough, I am taken over
The silence appears and then it is gone
Yet it leaves its footprint, of the enduring kind
If body gives in and the mind gives up
Nothing exists while all is afire
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