I am silent this is silence the voice has ceased
a car rumbles up the street
quick of the second to the last set here,
from this disc, this lick, this set, go boom
formal talk is echoes of birds among the mountains
preparing to slip to slump to slide
oh into the plains of the farthest thought dear,
into the valley for whom we await dirt dear
you will once be again the last pause
that filled eternity before being remembered
a star, you are a star in the heavenly fields
I am silent this is silence this is forged anew again
into the soundless sound of the vasty deep
in between the broken heart of
human loneliness and craven desire, a small flame
no one will ever find the one now I am at the one now
in the sweet prayer of hollow light
flowers along the gate and old love everlasting
just a dream before sleep and playing catch with the words
I am silent this is silence this is the unheard
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