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Silence Emboldened
And as the colored paper fades
Behind its dimly failed charades
We brace ourselves for long parades
Of silent tongues soft slashing blades
For silence has a hidden tone
The blue light hum of muted phone
Whispering, you are not alone
Seduced by nameless unseen crone
The etiquette of keyboard realm
Makes us believe they hold the helm
Control the cord that sounds the knell
A force we cannot overwhelm
And yet we give this silence pause
For deep within resides its cause
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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