Without other life for miles around,
Silence cannot ever be found.
Standing still is not actually still.
You’ll always be moving, of course you will.
And yet, we try to solve the case
Of mystery by denying truth’s face.
But as long as we are conscious and alive,
Sound and movement will surely thrive.
In the silence, in the dark,
I save endangered memories,
plan assaults on millions of dollars,
take on stacks of unwritten literature,
and challenge myself to a duel.
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Without other life for miles around,
Silence cannot ever be found.
Standing still is not actually still.
You’ll always be moving, of course you will.
And yet, we try to solve the case
Of mystery by denying truth’s face.
But as long as we are conscious and alive,
Sound and movement will surely thrive.
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the fiery food on the tip of the fork
silently ascends
to make it’s attack on my unprepared tongue
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In the silence, in the dark,
I save endangered memories,
plan assaults on millions of dollars,
take on stacks of unwritten literature,
and challenge myself to a duel.
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we speak
with
our eyes
closing
the
space
breathless
sighs
to say
the least
our silence
sings
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