Being Without Description
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Barry Middleton
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the verb to be cannot think
it cannot wake at dawn
it hides within a restless sleep
enduring and withdrawn
I have often sought this place
elusive as a dream
the serenity of emptiness
to finally rule supreme
is this too much to ask of life
the silence of a sunset
to listen to the stillness there
without a cruel regret
for only being sets us free
seasons come and go
existence graces me but once
that's all I need to know
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