an iconic building, unexpected.

long day, folding linen,
no pressing involved,
honest work.

long for silence, not with this sound,
yet the pause was part of it.

breaththty, breathing,  clarion call,
whilst the while,  keys, sounds  of mathematics, and that fiddling with the
wires inside, like the turkish man does.

sometimes he wore glasses.

some came with words, standing ready,
proclaiming themselves, their identity,
staged and be yond.

iconic evening, unexpected.

then, i longed for that silence
only found alone.

some things are too special to be discussed.
here.

sbm.

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