Silence and silence and not so silent silence
whispers and stares and clicks
words and dots and bridges and clocks
what is there left to see or do
what is left
for an entrance and a way
might come one day.
I glance and they chatter
their voices blocking the clatter
the clatter of the dozens of other things
happening at once.
I stop and it all clicks.
I remain as I am.
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