Waiting
Knarled and broken
Sounds escaped long ago
And echoed from wall to wall
A triumphant beating of silent drums
The symphony is over the conductor
Has left his post so long ago
Like the beating of a heart whose
Last vessel has burst
And yet how loud the quiet is
A subliminal force felt eerily
In my deepest sacred haven
I yearn for any movement
Any sign of life
But I never imagined you
Could be the master of this charade
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