the madness lives within the noise,
the noise has harbored in my head;
my heart belongs to this, the earth,
and so from all the buzz i fled
to feed in stillness, calm the soul,
and yield all pretense of control
we do not always have to know.
when we believe we can let go,
then pause, and let the silence in,
discerning our own voice, at last,
again
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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