Awaiter's Plight
Milling around
gnawing fingernails
rubbing forehead
feverish temple
wringing palms
fingers crossed
goose bumps
eerie silence
awaiting arrival
Give a minute
Do you think a speck of light an ointment, a beacon of hope, a welcome guest evermore, a solace, repose ? But have you bothered a minute in the dark ? Do you feel the soothing silence ? An elusive serenity amidst mania that is life Yes, right there. Can you spare a moment with yourself ? If you can you will spot subtlety in macrocosm deep beneath the mantle, meet you from you(s).
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