attaining
stoppage
applying
the brakes
coming
to a halt
seeing
nothing
hearing
not a sound
spinning
the wheels
over
and over
never
ending
until
complete
knowledge
attained
nothing
more to know
as
the day
spins
to darkness
night
time is the absence
of
day
no
worries
the
trouble has ceased
quietude
comes
and
complete
peacefulness
follows
desire
only
to
know more
to
see that which
I
cannot see
with
these eyes
how
strange the horn
player
reveals
so
much in sound
yet
says nothing
at
all
where
have all the people
gone
and
how
does the day
know
when to stop
being
day
a
beautiful memory
comes
back
for
a moment
and
that’s enough
saw
her once
she
returns so often
and
then disappears
like
a phantom on the hill
she
created
like
the lies
what
does she see
this
time that she
didn’t
see the first
time
up that
perfect
hill
with
a tree on top
or
not and it doesn’t
even
matter
no
one had a picture
or
pen that day
the
ground may be
frozen below
but
my feet
are
still firmly
planted
the
cloud are high
above
me and the grass
that
withers away
with
this cold season
beauty
does shine tonight
through
the trees
nearly
unobstructed
the
moon
smile
as if I had actually seen her
nothing
concluded. . .
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