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Quiet Here (For Sylvia)I have a quiet cutting knife, all round and paper thin,Quiet Here (For Sylvia) by nick121235
for this is where I lost my voice and forgot how to begin.
At night, in quiet solace
She enters my bedchamber
Like a ghost, or shadow but I know-
she is no ghost or kindred spirit;
and whispering, she enchants me,
follows me off into sleep and she haunts me.
As long as I have myself
There will be no room for improvement
Only broken and gazing
Come bring me another toy to try chewing-
I need you.
The sun by day and the moon by night
And quiet and slight, slight slipping
Like the noise pages make as they scrape ever so gently across those
Bright little fingers of yours;
Never she'll stop, never she'll go
Always present, a little nag in the back of my head
A little hum, a small broken radio.
Only in shadow does she appear,
I know it is darkness that brings her comfort
And to darkness she will pull me
Willing and wanting
To unrest; all the way
And I let her.
A little, a speaking, a soft little silver
I am the child and she
is there a point isis there a point by sorrowwing
point to all
of this verbiage
point to all
of the birds singing