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A Moment or more

The small moment in the eye of the storm,
where the silence swells and dominates,
That brief moment of clarity
surrounded by the swirling chaos,
when the madness has been temporarily
staved off, if ever so briefly.
It is in that place I struggle to stay.
A minute, an hour, a day.
If only time would stand still.
That moment of clarity stretched
out toward infinity, the storm
forever held at bay, just out of reach.
Could I stay there though?
Would there be dreams there,
inspiration, and desires?
The simple things that make life,
how would they survive,
stuck in an eternity of silence?

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