Fallow 302
The sun is shining
Now, at just about high noon
And this day feels strange
How can one speak truth
With great volume heard and seen
And receive silence?
Is silence golden?
Are coffers filled with absence
Of anything sound?
Love speaks from her rest
Not the crypt or tomb believed
Nor has it/she been sealed
Love walks through the halls
The *SNAP* like a cannonball
Brick wall became door
Love walks up my stairs
Though you cannot see her steps
Or hear her pass by
For love was unheard
Wisdom when met with silence
To sole sound/In silence proceeds
So I work today
Though I get the impression
Few else here still can
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