All that talk

I know that somewhere peace awaits;
it’s up past where the talk abates.
The voices filling up my mind
mean that truth I cannot find.
To still their chatter is my goal;
to find that place where I am whole.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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