The Quiet

 
The indomitable quiet, impelling vicissitudes of thought throughout me

Immense and formless, quintessential and rambling in its nature


Expostulating the temerity of garrulous populous colloquial

Consenting to its disquisition, absorbing recognition of fluidity

Absolute fluidity


At one with the quiet, alone with its thoughts
A formless master of unparalleled art, lifting the veil, succour the dormant

A single sphere, in which to peer
A timeless void, enveloped in intuition

Supreme art, to disappear


Repellent obscurities fade away, at one with the quiet in spite of the day
The day…
The day…

Desire perpetual, engrossing obscene, fighting inceptions, beginning to dream

For even the most pragmatic man, consensual or not, is in the debt of his dreams


Fade away, fade away, fade away, reoccur and make amends with the quiet…