quiet the whispers in the hallway,
for the man upstairs is sleeping,
quiet the growling shadow at my side,
for we invited him in and we need him,
hush, my prowling quick-to-anger heart,
hush, can't you feel it, the grass returns,
listen to it humming, the finches and sparrows sing,
the mask I made is slipping further,
uncertainty flickering from my hands,
but listen, listen to him, waking the house of September,
listen, how quiet and still the morning has become,
hush, listen...
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