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A Soundless Clamor
A soundless clamor in my brain
Imperceptible of ear
Yet loud – as of an avalanche
That gathers mighty speed
Punctuated by the stillness
That breathes within the room
– A gale wind at its climax
Could signify such doom
Minor dins have surfaced
Have sounded and have passed
Have left a hollow legacy
Of weighted emptiness
Reverberates their echo
Mad breaking at the shore
Whose pounding sure, persistent
Still beats upon my door –
Copyright ©
John Oldham
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