Don’t move or breathe
Let the silence be roaring
Don’t tiptoe, just be still

Let the moon talk and confess
Quiet the rumbling mind
Seal the inquisitive lips

The sun will rise, perhaps
The sun will set, per chance
The tides will ebb and flow

Gritted teeth wrapped in a wreath
Let the silence take you exploring
Quiet descends upon the molehill

Don’t confess to digress
It’s ok to be undefined
Words just bring an eclipse

The sun will rise, per chance
The sun will set, perhaps
The tides will still ebb and flow

Don’t be lulled into a war of words