In
silence, on my bed at night
the intimate breadth through my nose
keeps me company in peace.
Outside the machines are
rushing, spurting their filth.
Agitated voices soar
in a cracking storm, squashed underneath and bursting.
Footsteps, a door opening and closing.
A life is lived,
a soul, a jewel, moves and is loved.
All this in silence, on my bed at night.
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