Here we sit under quilted silence,
Momentary rest from the fervid rhetoric,
Aromatic tension perfuming the room
As we steep in the energetic hush.
For this minute we are one body
As we, one mind, consider our state.
Uninvited, the rude gong bellows,
Intention shattered, and we are many.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “We Two Boys Together Clinging”)
Life Immense 