No talk

The day is silent ...
it says nothing to me ...
all these scribbled pages murmur, murmur,
the cat purrs, her dark eyes
fixed on me seeing things in me
I can't see: the constant disconcerting stare;
the blind down still
closing day off from this room
and tiredness seeps like water
from my pores to stain the bed.
How will I rise?
throw back the cover, greet the day
when I am weary, weary,
long to stay
here: silent peaceful space
where I can think and float, just be
where no demands are made of me
where nothing talks.
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