Sometimes you can just tell
The Radio is about to play
Your favorite song
By the quality of silence.

Science has spent millions
Of dollars and hours, striving to achieve,
Through the wildest of aerobatics,
Just seconds of Zero G.

Imagine
All of that
For only a brief absence.

"If your half awake at three,
From just beyond the neutral ground
Of soft white sheets
With only the barest shimmer
Around the edges . . . "

And if your eyes haven't shut
When dawn presses back your
Tired shadows into thier tired cracks
you see Dawn's rising whirl in motes of dust
Or hear in the familar,
Failing whisper
Of the nocturnal
Sussurus....