Silence
It's time for silence...
but a piercing voice rolls
through the valleys
It pitches unseen through
lifted eyebrows
And winds around
a cry for lost trinkets
dispersed in sandy winds
It rings like chimes,
until there is no wind
Just
whimpers of everything previously loved,
and now split in two...
Recounted laughs,
Wondrous mornings taken for granted
and now renamed
New days so unlike the ones delivered
Strung upon strips of fading praise
Robes hanging on deprived shapes
Assuming a static brace,
and a skeletal pose
Aroused incisions stake
boundaries for this silence...
Unseen by the insane shrill,
Reminding each day that anarchy
requires peace for its absolution,
Silence...a tideless blue sea
...fading voices
and succumbing numbness
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