A deepening void exists
that does not crumple in on itself.
Sound, housed in silence has no real place to park.
Words, no place to travel; they linger.
The inextricable thoughts pervade between the breath in and the breath out
Where time is irrelevant.
Rather, the mind continues in its own vastness
and sits in contemplation discovering a new world beyond that imaginable.
Dorothy Byrne
October 2020