I know a quiet
place
where songs of
fireflies
flood
the twilit
air
and heaviness
hangs
all around.
.
I know a quiet
place
where the sweet smell of decay
dances
in your nostrils
and your blood
hums
in your wrists.
.
I know a quiet
place
where the ocean is
far away
and
gray
as it whispers
in your ears
and
thrums
in your nostrils.
.
I know a quiet
place
where sawgrass
rubs its legs
together
and tunes
its cilia
to an alien
key.
.
I know a quiet
place
that grows quieter
when it is
observed
but
holier,
too.