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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