Interval

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Quietness is the acquaintance
of calamity, the calmer cousin,
stringing infinite exhalations into
a single pounce.

Shuffling its way
between doors between
downtrodden midnights,
seeking the moment

of strike. That it might fall
as a silkworm does,
as the last blossom does
felled by no more

than its own discretion.
It would not be noticed,
this shadow actor,
holding diligently

onto all its
appearances
until
the very end.