Unpacking the Silence

at the burnt-out end of night under a naked flickering electric light i worked upon leaving all the junk in my overstuffed mind behind i guess i must have been spaced-out that overhead light on its thin cord began swinging back and forth while i listened to burnt-out thoughts of a sudden i understood that they had never been my thoughts all that existed was a listener when the dawn light entered that light bulb kept swinging and flickering as if it were still thinking