At the heart of silence I sit alone
Gray clouds drift moodily over
The vast foresst of emotion
At the heart of sielnce
The blackbird chooses not to comment
Its shadow cast across my face
How long have I been here?
Enduring the moods of the quiet
Ravenous gray-green beast
Peaceful blue water
It becomes all these things
Becomes everything
Until I must stuggle to find
Where it leaves off and I begin
But I can’t find it
I am no longer me
I exist not in my own right
But as a part of the silence
I am imprisoned
Damn you, silence, let me out!
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