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Sound and Silence Nothing is braver than pause and murmur, Everything frightened is anxious to bound. Intrepid momentum intrudes on murder, The jet that is felled in the forest, sounds. Shadows darken, no night assuages, Ashes, spilled in advance of the urn Are silent as sand being gleaned for treasure, Language is languishing, heartbeats burn. Silence is loudest after the screaming, Loud in the face of the fallen mime Soft in the body and soul untwining, Nothing is softer than passage of time. Healing and mercy are certain to lag In between thundering thickets of flag revision of an earlier piece.. |
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