silence a thick mixture of sound
even close to midnight on the farm
our own systems hum and puff
crickets chirp traffic approaches
out of the patchy prairie darkness
longing for simplicity as humans
we blindly complicate our lives
contrive to need a million things
smug that we actually have them
several buildings barely hold it all
delight as well in multiplicities
inexhaustible manyness of days
people art weather various acts
all one with each other animals
looking on as we puzzle it out
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