The Silence

In the back drop stands a Silhouette

Pale and in perfect Lucid stillness

Mimicking the Restfulness surrounding the environment as the fox in the hen house keeps his Composure

Awaiting the Dead stop of the flood light as the night begins her Waning

In Repose there is a silence, a cold frozen Freeze layering the ground around us

And yet the full amount of the earth is Smoldering

The breath of solitude is a psychedelic trip and becomes Calm as a mill pond

Quiet like a mouse

Motionlessness to the sense of vision

As meditative as Buddha and her many followers looking for

The last living Lotus eater

Basking in the final scene of what was to come

What was there is not