Switch off the radio.
Lock the door.
and try to listen
to silence.
With no noise to disturb
the nothingness,
your brain is still.
But listen,
listen to the stew of noise.
A high resonation
whirling
inside your brain.
It’s not tinnitus
but anathema to peace.
Your blood is pumping,
pumping, and you hear it.
Soon your breath
is noticeable in its rhythm.
Soon you see there’s was never
silence at all.
Joan Raleigh
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