The rain splashing on southern windows
Muffled but clear from behind the windows
Closed; I listen to it mixed with my fan
Blades rhythm… a whispering sound it is.
I sigh…I smile… a barreness forming inside
I press it…I gagged it with Mozart…
I strangled it with The Thak Man-Eater…
The rain…the blade…Serenade…the pages…
Quietitude I found–
In the depth of the emptiness of the mid-night.
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