Still

To find some order in chaos

To make any sense of loss

To win the battle raging on

To carve a smile from a frown

To be drunk and yet alert

To be an idol while still dirt

To be a shadow and a pool

To be wise and still a fool

To arrive, while in pursuit

To be the emptiness of my flute

To be the music in the silence

And the pause in the dance

To be the ink and the quill

I am silent, I am still

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