silence’s thrown

the true king

silence’s thrown

somewhere in a memory
as a place slides along the road
of a muse.
inches from everywhere
sights, sounds bless a field of wonder

you drift into a somnolent awakening
tingling sneaks upon your otherness
laughter hides inside your womb
graces gather as you sit on silence’s thrown

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks jacob!

i often wonder whether i could be outside time space?

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is one of your best my friend...within us the muse slides along our memory and she gathers words while we sit upon our silent throne and type.