Left alone when the world is becoming silent, I realize
That I am alone, and that the world is becoming
Silent. What is this silence of the world? Is it a monolithic
Pillar, desert bound, watching the brittle shores enveloped in
Waves held off past the distance’s widening swarm?
Her lips are broken and heavy with time, her face
Is bared to the cut of bare grain, and she does not answer.
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