Listening carefully to every word,
Studying also the phraseology of intervals,
The poignant pause, abiding; Confidence.
Providing: A Vessel, a valet at the vestibule,
Or, as quiet as a librarian or the lobby in the morning,
especially on Sundays.
And Still, a ticking time bomb in the square
waiting peacefully until the fateful moment it may exude its artful potential,
thwarting the innocent, the guilty, the bystanders.
Or Witness the wittiness,
as She keeps on passing me by,
wandering and troubled, a silent scent.
And so i sit and inhale the silence sent,
Breathing forgetfulness, exhaling memories...
managing to fight the urge
to play that song,
as the words don't make sense anymore.
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San Franciscans aim for more reading, less doomscrolling and ‘hockey stick
growth’ in the new year
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[image: Two people sit closely on a blue blanket in a grassy park with
takeout food, while a small dog in a purple sweater sits in front of them.
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