In the quiet of morning

a glance

perchance

some catharsis looming.

We know the quiet

in silence

in chance

something in a silent

reckoning

happening

to each of us alone

though there would be

chance is only tone

the manner

a solitude

beyond an awkward

resonance with time

and shadows forward

acting upon this rhyme

in our lives

we feel the alives

of heart and soul

though we wish a fool

be our last venture

in fact, step in

the misty adventure.

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© Thom Amundsen 10/2021