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Sound of Silence
Expectant feel
In dark of night
Lips squeezed to seal
“gainst words held tight
Pregnant silence
mayhaps born of fear
No words or whispers
Caress one’s ear
Black glove of velvet
Holds tight the hush
Of careless words
In callous crush
Peace hides deep
In quiet’s keep
Yet shares it’s lair
With fear
Silence…ominous…
Peaceful, deep
Sparce…voluminous
Carbon black in mystery steeped
Creature of comfort?
“thing” to fear?
What tis this “silence”
That we e’er need to hear?
Tis composed of stardust
Of dark matter deep
That cradles our trust in
Quiescent quest of sleep
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