The Depth and Breadth of Quiet
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I told no one I'd seen the night—
how tension breached a sunset start,
how sea had swallowed all the light.
I told no one
the world is glass—a whale is art,
this frame of sky its ancient right,
it plays each game the same—by heart.
The moment's pulse too wide to try
resuscitation, CPR—
now all that's left to gain, insight
I told no one.
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Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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