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The hush of the empty house slams through me,
and in the hollow emptiness all I can hear
are voices that aren’t really there,
that descend upon me, irresistible and suffocating;
I welcome their numbing embrace.
For the silent black of smooth velvet,
that soothes every muscle, every thought, all awareness,
lets me escape into a night that lasts ‘til the next age,
where I can ease this longing I always feel,
and relieve this need that is always near,
and replenish the emptiness that’s captured my home.