silence
by Adam Boren Bennett
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Born and raised in the San Gabriel Valley, I currently reside just east of Pasadena. A very quaint, hardly quiet little town. Beautiful mountains absorb the heat, much like my house. I find myself shy at times. It’s disturbing when its the silence that echoes. But when I am not, I jump from building to building, having fun as I travel. Neither good nor bad, and both at the same time, I find time to mingle with the gods.
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The cats lay
comfortable
What else is there to life?
Silent and still
pondering
Involving themselves with own thoughts
The skies turn red
And the sun boils
Heat rising from the ground
Silence and sleep
among all tonight
What's left of life?


