In those elusive, far-apart moments of silence
I hear a drummer beat a different tune,
soft at first, then increasingly urgent,
Peter Pan-like, it leads me on.
Follow I must,
intrigued, tanatalised, mesmerised
as it most surely pulls me in,
away from the garish lights of the world,
and discordant sounds of humdrum,
into spectral spaces, full of mystery,
where truths lie sleeping at every turn
waiting to be discovered by me.
There among the shadowy mists of wonder
heartbeat quickening, eyes moistening,
I listen, as silence, so profound, speaks.
that things are not as they appear to be.
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