Quiet
There is no quiet
In me.
There is no Zen
In me.
Instead
There is a deep
Yearning
Churning
My thoughts
In foamy waves
That need Listeners,
Readers, Friends.
Does a poem exist
With no one to read it?
My poems
Are made by you
As if my waves
Found a beach
To crash on.
There is no quiet
In me.
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