The Unsupervised Stop Sign
When siren screams become silent
to ears for which a heart has stopped;
billions of beats - a billion thoughts,
are not stilled, they survive
in pauses that stare, and dreams
that start awake
and in journals where scribbles trace
where those thoughts rhyme and wander.
There's a sign ahead, at trail's end,
yet no one's there to wake us,
to say - don't go, but,
we've already moved beyond...
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