Chapter 12: Quiet (04/17)
My head a-buzz with stinging bees;
Gold-and-shadow striped living and dyingβ¦
So quiet I miss them when they are gone,
So silent and hollow,
Still.
I want the silence.
I want the buzz and glare to die,
Leave room enough to hear
Leaf-rattle, wind-swell,
A distant bird.
Just find me a place of rest, my dear,
And you will have my gratitude.
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