State of Silence
when an ambitious hand
and a rushing mouth
cast a canopy of ramblings
or utter distress
and anxiety spoills the ground,
the state of silence
from she we think is a fool
is an answer to wisdom
and a conquerer of might
for where does the slow movement of a cat leads the ratty rat?
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