Meditations (on a ceiling fan)

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in the stillness

of her absence

a gentle wind whistling

barely a breeze

just the office fan

nothing else between the ears

except the feeling of absence

a feeling of profound loss

then utter grief

gradually creeps in

threatens to overtake

consume and exhume

cannot let it happen

mustn’t allow access

to his  heart which has

felt so much pain

focus on the fan

the white noise

a gentle breeze

lulling him where

there’s no pain

no hurt

no feelings of absence

loss and betrayal

just an oasis of the mind

a place to chant his mantra

the mantra without words

because the only words left

threaten to devastate

and lay waste

maim…

cripple…

…and destroy

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