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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
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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