The December night seeps into the concrete house
Through every pore and turns the walls,
Metal and wood and cloth icy to the touch
The blanket cannot keep out the weather
Still reeling in the bay storm's insane trail
When the ceiling fans are switched off
A new silence full of unheard sounds prevails
The ear chooses to recall a familiar noise
To shut out the scrapes, scratches, voices
Too much quiet is not bearable even scary
Like when the mind goes blank for a while
And you want to call back a memory
A song, a face, a number that reassures
You have not strayed into the dark unknown
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