There is so much noise to block out


that we drown

when our mind goes under


our spirit trapped in life oceans

lost in the undertide's pristine waters


we seem to hear the deafening light

but fail to see the rushing sound


the turmoil is calm

but it hides those nefarious monsters


which harbor in the deep

waiting to shallow us whole


 though soothing mental anesthesia

will numb this buzzing silence


it makes us still with wonder

what brought us to this depth 

the thought there is something more


it chills


 it is so dark

this nothing there

but we sense it


When can we not see

The End

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