Near

Finally the

Quiet, 

I've used up

Every 

Shred for the fray I have;

If I don't listen to

This quiet I won't know what

I've been 

Feeling

I recall the 

Colors of a memory,

Sounds I've heard

Sometimes 

Just outside 

Perception,

Pulses of the 

Ground shifting, and

I'm 

Beginning to 

Find my footing