/pərˈfɔːrməns ˈstʌdiz ɪn ˈmoʊʃən/

   

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there is a calmness

an ease of overnight’s lull into morning’s rhythm

syncopated to some talking drum/ perhaps

a heartbeat

that’s in love/ that

loves to sigh

 

there is this/ floating

ring of impeccable silence

                                                        if that makes sense

an ever-present melody/ just drifting about

unsettled

holding and dismissing thoughts/ and

caressing the spoken and unspoken/ the knowing

and unknowing

sometimes stealing breath

‘til you hear nothing/

nothing