The thing about that
is its always in question

Sitting on the shelf of thought
contemplated a thousand times

Centered in the room for
immediate contact
and attention

never to be forgotten

If only someone could come up
with a wild metaphor
other then it just

sitting

Out in plain view
it should be only
shortly assumed no notion, no wrong overview

What is silence to you?

Disguised peace, the only
freedom, dark and lonely (maybe)
and possessed by everyone