All at once I felt utterly isolated

Then just as suddenly the words changed yet again

In the trees at night I think I hear her cries

It will stop, she told him,

It will all one day cease

Now that we are hopelessly lost

Will there be a place for the hidden toys?

In the courtyard they did stand in quiet solemnity

But is too much to think of now, too much to ever possibly

Comprehend

I want so much for her to tell me how I make the pain disappear

More glad with each passing moment

To be waiting for sleep to bathe me in the shared silence of nothing

To find the reasons for the searching

And arrive back at a place that has not yet been invented.

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