i'm not really sure

his ears were opened to the
quiet delicacy of sounds forgotten
as the pin pricked
as the sink leaked
as the world fell silent but for
his breathing.

he knew aloneness, now
in the new joys of solitude
and the lights flickered
and the rain fell
and he wouldn't have noticed but for
his breathing.

for although the world
cannot be quieted
although the mind
cannot be stilled
although the heart
will beat
will beat on
will beat in defiance of its owner
too fast these days

although everything can stand
in his way, if it wants to
everything has decided
to slow down
for three moments in a row

and the phone rings
and the china breaks
and the world cries out
and we all wake back up.

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