silence

solitude is usual , even welcomed.

trips out reveal another state. the mind
and all travelling excites, while the horse
waits for the grist by the mill, i await
silence.

again.

these are the old sayings, new happenings.

he asked me a question, then i replied.

endlessly. it may be a gift?

sbm.

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