we come at this roundabout   but know

when we arrive

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sometimes we are quiet for so long

that it no longer seems quiet

because i have read the poems of han shan so many times

and have been reading the words only moments ago  

i know the words

and do not know the words  

i meditate   eyes closed   emptying my mind of thoughts   

which fills my mind with thoughts

i stand up   a little woozy   to make tea

it is dusky 

i want to shake the cobwebs from my head

i want to go for a run   but don't  

i return your sidelong glance with my own   

i can afford it   i have many to give

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