Refuge


Tomorrow I will need to go

To a place I'll never know

I'll go there again next week

And find some more of what I seek.


I look for silence, sharp and ringing

I look to leave the things I'm bringing

There among the nothingness

I'll stop, and drop, then quick egress.


Tomorrow you will find me there

Within a space I know not where

You'll find me there again next week

In silence where we dare not speak.

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